M Is For Monday, And Pop Musik
This is the first 45 I ever purchased and I spent HOURS in my room doing my own choreography to this song. Growing up in the 80's is something I wouldn't replace with any other era. Reagonomics, the Cold War, neon clothing, the "me" decade, AIDS, John Hughes, Molly Ringwald, getting felt up in a closet, fake ID's, Depeche Mode, The Cure, OMD, .79 cent gas, Busch beer (I'd NEVER be caught drinking that now), 18 and under dance clubs, proms — good times, good times. 'Cept the AIDS thing, truly, we all could have done without that. Thanks free love freaks of the 60's and 70's.
For me, growing up in the 80's was the coolest thing. So much of my cultural experience was derived from that time period and now I will subject my obsession on to you, our unwary readers. Much of my interest is the music, and film. So expect more weird 80's nonsense. Hopefully k will join me in this orgasmic explosion of bad hair, cool music, goofy clothes and the height of Gen X apathy!
Please feel free to share your own experiences of dancing awkwardly to Frankie Goes To Hollywood or doing the Safety Dance. Or not.
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