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.
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.
I think I’ll let other people do the driving today:
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.
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:
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.
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.
George Harrison
Blow Away, 1979.
Why did all the good Beatles have to die, leaving only the, ummm, les interesting ones to carry on?
I think I’d be extremely embarrassed to tell anyone I lived on Mourning Dove Drive. Reflective Penguin Parkway, maybe, but not Mourning Dove Drive.
Charlatans
Weirdo, 1992.
The fact that this song was relatively popular at the time is a good indicator of why 1992 may have been my favorite year in the history of pop music. This particular video is also interesting because it’s not the version MTV usually played.