And this is on the CD player:The Eighties were in many ways a musical wasteland, and yet...
...I was young and energetic and bounced through the Eighties like Tigger. It seemed then like a happy time (and I was too young and, like many of the young, too self-absorbed to worry about things like Reaganomics and the Cold War and poverty and all the Troubles in the world). In all I found the Eighties enjoyable enough, and the music likeable enough, like Julie Brown, here. Call it silly, call it disposable, but she and her music sure were fun. My tastes in music aren't particularly complex, and "fun" seems like enough for me to conclude that Julie's contribution to the ouvre of Bach and Verdi and Sid Vicious was not an entirely risible one. So brava, Julie.
And just to show you that I'm not just a big ol' dopey Pinin'-for-The-Eighties goober, here's what's finishing up my evening; Jann Arden's "Insensitive".Beautiful song.
"How do you numb your skin
After the warmest touch?
How do you slow your blood
After the body rush?
How do you free your soul
After you’ve found a friend?
How do you teach your heart
It’s a crime to fall in love again?"