Always Something There to Remind Me
Friday, November 04, 2011
Lately, I've totally been listening to my favorite 80's tunes, soaking up whatever nostalgia they bring. With everything going on in the world, I sit back and wish for it to be 1982 again, but it's more complicated than that. I don't just want to turn the clock back 30 (almost) years, but I want to be there...at five years old again. I know there was a lot going in in '82 (problems in Syria, Libya, Israel, Egypt, Iran -not much different from today-, Cold War concerns, assassination attempt on the Pope, Tylenol scares and clashes in Ireland, oh, and LOTS of plane crashes).
What do I remember? Pretending to take my nap, but instead, watching reruns of The Muppet Show or Mork & Mindy. Playing on my swingset with my trusty (and very retro...I still have it) radio, listening to Joan Jet, Styx, Toto, John Couger (no Melancamp), The Go-Gos, The Police, Queen, ABC, OMD and about 10 other bands that were all initials. Asia was big...I saw them last summer and while the nostalgia was still there, it just wasn't the same. Night Ranger however, continues to rock! My parents influenced my music choices...in fact, my mom bought Thriller that year...in album form, yup the good old 33!
My biggest concerns were what I was going to get for my birthday, the flavor of Kool-Aid my mom would make that week and trying to figure out how I was gonna sneak that barn cat into the house. No recession, no wars (that I knew of), no work, no riots; school was fun and I lived outside until well after dark. Fun was biking on the road when nobody was looking (we lived on a dead end road in the country) and falling asleep on the picnic table while watching a meteor shower. Nobody I knew had cancer and poverty was something that happened in nations on the African continent.
I want that sheltered life back, if even for a day. I just want a day where all I see is what is positive in the world...just the good things.
The best I can come up with is to avoid the news/media, but that only fixes so little of what I want to escape. Any suggestions?
Where are all the happy people? What happened to all the good times? Am I just not looking hard enough? Looking too hard? Am I the only one who just wants to check out for a day and revert to being a child again?
This isn't meant to be a downer blog, rather a day dream of happy times and how one can get back. Now, if you don't mind, I have some A-ha and Culture Club queuing up on the turntable!