Wednesday, August 03, 2005

 

The Big Dumb Loud 80's



Between writing my piece for Fawndoo’s Blog Party the other day and trying to decide if I should go ahead and buy that Hall and Oates Greatest Hits album or not, I’ve been feeling particularly nostalgic as of late.

I know that the 80’s nostalgia thing has been done to death lately. After all, that’s what VH1 is for, apparently. So please forgive me, please bear with me, for a little stroll down Darrell’s memory lane....





Remember this guy? The kids today have bin Ladin. When I was a kid, this was the face we associated with turbaned evil.






I think I was pretty ambiguous about Uncle Ron during the actual decade of the 1980’s. I don’t think I really appreciated him until we elected Slick in ’92.






A friend of mine told me about the Challenger between classes. I was getting a book out of my locker and my buddy Shaun walked up and told me what had happened. I spent the rest of the day thinking “What? What?”






Oh, yes… the singular beauty of the 1972 Dodge Coronet. It was the first car I ever owned, bought with $200 grass-mowing money. This is not a picture of the one I owned. This picture is just some Coronet. The one I owned was the Coronet. If I ever win the lottery, I won’t buy a Lexus or a Porsche or whatever. I’ll buy a ’72 Coronet and restore it to brand new condition.






I didn’t play. I had friends who played. I didn’t have the patience to learn.






My buddies and I thought that anything they did was funny.






My grandmother and I thought that anything he did was funny.






Enough said.






This was more my taste in music. Maiden was my favorite band when I was a teen. Enough said about that, too.






The first R rated movie I ever saw in the theater was Purple Rain. Me and a kid from school snuck in, swearing to the girl at the ticket booth that we were both 18. She probably knew we were lying, but let us in. We were both 15.







I really wasn’t a TV junkie when I was young, but at some point I did get addicted to St Elsewhere. I still don’t think there’s been a medical drama that could touch it.







Remember the last episode of St Elsewhere? If you, like me, were a fan, then this image is probably still stuck in your brain. What a series finale. One of the best ever.







Oh, yeah… Hall and Oates. They could have recorded themselves belching into a mason jar and it would have been a hit.








Of course, these days, it’s the other one’s turn to wear the facial hair.






Hey, it could be worse. Remember when they looked like this? What music industry marketing genius came up with this look? "You know, boys, your blue-eyed soul sound is nice... but what's really selling these days is overtly gay, hair-gelled, metalic vampire music."




I’ll wrap this up with a couple of pics that have no specific bearing in my life… I just saw this on the net and thought it was funny… and it is on topic for this post.



That’s Toby Keith. If you don’t know, he’s the big dumb country music star of the moment. His music really, really, really sucks… and his image, as the blue-collar working guy who happens to be a musician is a total marketing ploy.



Especially once you remember what he looked like in the 80’s. This guy will package himself in any way that might sell. Ain't he cute? He'll make somebody a pretty little wife someday.


Comments:
Actually, I'm new to Keith's stuff, but I like it. I was wondering, though, is he the target of Alan Jackson's song "Gone Country," that pokes fun at singers from other genres cashing in on country music?
 
Remember that scene in Back to the Future 2, when Marty goes into the futuristic cafe and both Reagan and Khomeini are trying to take his order? Up until about 5 years ago, that was the extent of my knowledge of the Iran hostage crisis and those two men.
 
AAAHHH!!! MULLETS BRING PAIN!!!
 
Wow, that does bring back some memories. Some of them I didn't recognize, but most of them I did.

And about that Coronet, isn't that a toilet paper or something?

"What you see is what you get, when you buy Coronet!"
 
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Salt Lick, I don't know if Alan Jackson is poking fun at Keith or not, but if so, he deserves to. Alan Jackson has been true to his kind of music since day one, never once changing to cash in on this trend or that. I'm not a fan of Jackson's music, but I'm a huge fan of his ingetrity. I do like some country, but mostly old school stuff. Haggard and Cash and Nelson are my favorites, but I also enjoy Loretta Lynn and George Jones and Patsy Cline once in a blue moon.

Kelly, I don't remember that scene from that film. It's dicey business to do a film set in the future and filling it with pop references... you run the risk of dating the movie. Sounds like they went with pretty reliable references in BTTF2, though.

Name Hidden, if I ever posted my senior year picture here, sensible people the world around would be poking their eyes out. Mullets do, indeed, bring all the pain in the world.

Eddo, don't think for one minute that driving a Coronet didn't make me the brunt of me my share of toilet paper jokes. ;)
 
Your 80's turbaned evil photo reminded me of the Ayatollah's funeral... remember when his decrepit body fell out of the coffin & on the hordes of idiot acolytes carrying it?
 
HA! I remember that, Cube. They were going at his body like it was a Pinata.

"MMMMM!!! Gallstone candy!!!"
 
It was the Ayatollah's funeral that first made me think "Ya know, those people over there are really crazy."

Wikipedia sums the funeral up this way: "Khomeini's first funeral was aborted by Iranian officials, after a large mob stormed the funeral procession, nearly destroying Khomeini's wooden coffin in order to get a glimpse of his body. At one point, Khomeini's body actually fell to the ground, as the crowd attempted to grab pieces of the shroud. Over ten thousand people were said to have been injured. A second funeral, under much tighter security, buried Khomeini in a steel casket, surrounded by heavily armed security personnel."

Ick. If you can't help yourself, you can click here for a picture.

Little Green Footballs has a summary of the festivities, including a picture. Creepy, to say the least.
 
While I certainly share your enthusiasm for the ouvre of sexually ambiguous Hall & Oates, I have to admit, with a brown bag over my head, that I get all excited by TK's "How Do You Like Me Now".

Perhaps I should seek help with both problems.
 
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