I was scanning some old photos today and I found this one. I just thought it was kind of cool, what with the reflection and the fact that it has that whole mid-1960s muted color pallette, like an ad in Life Magazine or a movie about suburban housewives.
I assume my dad took it with the trusty Instamatic. I’ll have to ask him.
Cyndi Lauper
She Bop, 1984.
Third of three (1,2) videos that always remind me of the original Weekends nightclub in Atlanta and a strange weekend spent adjacent to it in 1984.
The highway planner who allowed this monstrosity to be assembled should be shot, prefereably by one of the poor souls who has to try and decipher the damned thing at 65MPH:
Not to blow my own horn, but I was interviewed by the local paper about Groceteria last week, and the article ran today, should you choose to read it.
I think I’ll let other people do the driving today:
The Cure
The Lovecats, 1984.
Second of three videos that always remind me of the original Weekends nightclub in Atlanta and a strange weekend spent adjacent to it in 1984.
Robin Gibb
Boys Do Fall in Love, 1984.
Among other things, this song (along with the two additional videos you’ll see in the next couple of days) always reminds me of being in the original Weekends on Peachtree Street in Atlanta one very strange weekend in the summer of 1984.
Sniff and the Tears
Driver’s Seat, 1979.
The Way
Fastball, 1997
I dunno. I just always liked this song. And it was getting lots of airplay around the time of the Planet SOMA US Tour 1997, so I associate it with being intersting places I was seeing for te first time.
Camper Van Beethoven
Take the Skinheads Bowling, 1985
I got to know one of the former Campers Van when I lived in San Francisco and developed a very slight crush on him. At the time, I found it very cute that a jaded old soul like myself actually could still get crushes, particularly ones that I didn’t even act on.