So I’ve been MIA for eons, (a) working hard at the work, (b) injuring myself and going to PT–deadlifts are evil, do not do them–and (c) at home, madly finishing & rewriting a new novel, which is crazy fun. Sometime soon, I’ll need to do laundry. Maybe even the dishes. I AM A DANGEROUS MAN.
Happy to say I can walk again without looking like it’s torture, or being asked by little old ladies if they can carry my stuff.
Today’s music video is a classic I heard on the radio and had to find on the interwebs. Because it’s interesting and a great microcosm of the ’80s, and the entire genre of music videos.
Have a listen and a look, then we’ll talk smack.
Reason # 3: Single Dangly Earring
Everybody had one. Punk rockers, lead singers, crooners, country singers.
A single earring sent many messages. On a male rocker, it told the world you were a rebel. Combine it with a tiny cross for irony: rebellious believer.
Single earring on a female singer? Rebellion, sure, but also, “Couldn’t find the other earring and hey, I don’t care.” Not caring, by coincidence, is the essence of cool.
Reason # 2: Sincere Imitation of Sting
For a long time, one rock band stood atop the musical world: The Police.
After they broke up, and Sting went solo, I heard this exact song on the radio and thought, “Huh, that’s cool, The Police got back together. I should see them in concert before they split up again.”
This song is the best imitation of The Police, ever. It’s not even close. Sorry, Bruno Mars.
Also: I saw The Police in concert when they actually did get back together, and it was beautiful. Sting’s son has a band and opened for them. Sounds a lot like his dad. Maybe he could join The Outfield if they ever do a reunion tour. I WOULD LOVE THIS.
Reason # 1: Epic Feathered Hair
Everybody has it: the lead singer, the drummer, even the random set girl who makes goo-goo eyes right back at Flirty McFlirty Pants.
You can’t be an ’80s rock story without feathered hair. If record label executives looking to sign new acts had a checklist, Feathered Hair was the first thing on it.
In fact, I can classify any band from the ’80s simply by the length of their feathered hair:
a) Modest Bleached Feathery Goodness = punk rocker
b) Feathery MacGyver Mullet = pop crooner (Richard Marx!) or mainstream country star
c) Long Feathered Hair + Mall Bangs = pop starlet
d) Bleach Job + Crazy Long Hair + Spandex = metal band.