Music was all over the place in the 1970s and 1980s: punk, acoustic, disco, the Eagles, the Doobie Brothers, Minnie Riperton, Blondie, Phoebe Snow, Foghat, the Talking Heads, the B52s.
But there was a moment in 1985 when New Wave and dance music and rock ‘n roll and crazy hairstyles were in exact alignment.
Ladies and gentleman: Ric Ocasek and the Cars sing “Tonight She Comes.”
I didn’t even know what “Rickroll” meant until I encountered the word in a crossword puzzle a few years ago. (See what an unworldly geek I am?)
If you already know, you’re part of the 99 percent. If you don’t: it means someone offers you a really interesting Internet link, and you click it, and you’re redirected to an inane video of Rick Astley dancing and singing a homogenized 1980s song.
I promise you that, if you click on the video below, you will learn something that will change your life.
This song is ecstatic. The lyrics are bouncy, and the music itself (with its rising bass line and chiming piano chords) is brilliant, and the video (with the band hopping around in the studio, and then playing for the people in the street) is very nice.
And it was the 1980s, and we were so much younger then.
As a young person, I loved popular music; then I got away from it for a long time. Now I am relearning it (I’m getting a crash course in 1980s music from the videos they show at my health club), and I like a lot of stuff I never thought I would.
My work acquaintance Apollonia is on her own musical vision quest. Her favorites are:
-Anything on the soundtrack of any of the eighty-five “Twilight” movies;
-Any song that mentions the names “Edward” or “Bella” (see above);
-Emo (whatever that is);
-Power ballads.
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Well, we agree on that one. How can you not love power ballads? The hair! The guitars! And they always (or almost always) begin quietly, almost classically, with keyboards and muted strings.
Then we cue the crashing guitar chords.
This video is for Apollonia. I saw it on the treadmill television the other night and found it very stimulating.
Here, from the clumsily endearing movie “1776” (made, of course, from the clumsily endearing musical “1776”), is “The Egg.” (Ken Howard, for God's sake! William Daniels! Howard Da Silva!)
I'm with Benjamin Franklin: the national bird should have been the turkey. I love turkey.