No nap from baby, a full day of Sunday cooking, cleaning and a reboot in preparation for Monday paves the way clear for a little DirectStar Le Top 80. These gems are heard from the other room while I braise beef cheeks and hum familiar tunes from my ever recent past.
Two notes into it, a little Nagal tear was shed as I recalled those crazy times of feather bangs, pegged 501’s and perfecting that paper fold of notes passed between classes filled with deep expression of the trying times being a tween in the eighties. Time after Time.
Also exciting was watching Brent shake his booty to the hip new sounds of The Jackson Five, “Can You Feel It.”
The music of the eighties shows no mercy. With each fleeting electronic synth note/beat/sound you are happy, sad and somewhat embarrassed that this … This was my time.