MVM: Spandau Ballet’s True
September 15, 2008
After a twitter link-sniping exchange a few weeks ago, True (by Spandau Ballet) found its way into my ironicaly named youtube favorites file. These guys’ sincerity make Rick Astley blush. So true…
Music Video Monday – Abba
July 7, 2008
I don’t know if I’ve posted it before, and I’m too lazy to check. It’s that awesome though, that Brady Bunch style, that it’s worth posting over and over again. So here, today I bring you Abba’s Take a Chance on Me. If you change your mind, I’m the first in line. (If you don’t change your mind, I guess I’m not.)
MVM – I Love Rock n Roll
May 12, 2008
Who DOESN’T love rock n roll? So put another dime in the juke box, baby.
MVM: Love Is A Battlefield
May 5, 2008
What is love, anyways? We weave in and out of the illusion of understanding, but true, communicable explanations of love are elusive at best. Bonnie Tyler declares, “Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time,” in Total Eclipse of the Heart. David Garza explains, “Love is a word for suckers,” in Bloodsuckers. Today, however, I wonder if one Pat Benatar was closest to the truth in her hit single, Love is a Battlefield. So much moreso, I wonder, if we are stong…
MVM – Journey’s Don’t Stop Believin’
April 28, 2008
This little ditty is a musical, videographical, orgasmically compelling argument of the thesis that one… No YOU (and I, and all of us, brothers and sisters) need not stop believin’. Even in the case of overwhelming evidence that it would be reasonable to indeed stop believin’, recall the conviction, the passion, the underdog victory of which there is no better purveyor than Journey – and DON’T stop believin’. Just don’t do it.
Badass 80’s Music Video Thursday – Falco Rock Me Amadeus
April 10, 2008
Suh, suh, suh superstar.
n.b. Bowing to pressure exerted by the Internets, I’m going to start adhering to the music-video-monday standard. That’ll happen Monday, Beavis.
Before it was mangled by girl bands so painfully sensitive that the singer’s voice sounded like a box of weeping kleenex stranded in a bassinet, Bizarre Love Triangle was a DANCE SONG. It was played in clubs like Dallas’ The Stark club, and danced to by throngs of gays and straights alike, many with heads filled with gen 1 ecstacy, all mod beyond comparison – or frankly, explanation. Williamsburg hipsters of the more recent past have nothing on the mod crowd that <3 New Order. What with their scruffy beards, dirty clothes, and “I-know-better-than-you” airs of superiority, who the hell would want to dance with them anyways??
Dig it. New Order’s Bizarre Love Triangle. Enjoy.
UPDATE: In some kind of suckfest, the video was taken down from YouTube! LAME.
Badass 80’s Music Video Thursday – TMBG Ana Ng
March 20, 2008
It’s one of the greats, no? TMBG – they’re making kids’ albums these days (not bad) but in their heyday were hilarious and brilliant at once. I never knew their videos, but here’s one now. Ana Ng. Does ANYONE have ANY IDEA what this song is about???
I don’t know if you were into these guys in the 80’s/90’s or not. You’re the only one who can tell me that. Apparently UDS is still going, but this song here, “Deeper Shade of Soul,” takes me way back. Back to Chicago. Back to art school. Back to loft living in a neighborhood conservatively called “iffy,” by folks who came to visit while we lived there.
I’m at SXSW, and twittering therefrom (twitter.com/gmailgeoff) for the weekend and the first half of next week. Drop me a line or DM me if you’re here too. We can reminisce. Or meet. Or something.
Badass 80’s Music Video Thursday: Puttin’ on the Ritz
February 28, 2008
Come let’s mix where Rockafellers
walk with sticks or umbrellas
in their mitts,
Puttin’ on the ritz.
Where art tho, 1983?
Reaganomics was hard at work concentrating debt-generated wealth in the hands of the richest 5% of the nation’s elite, while the rest of us were getting acquainted with our now-all-too-familiar habit of financing the latest Sony Walkman (or iPod, or plasma TV, or quarter-million-dollar “starter home,” etc) and thus invite into our lives the promised sense that everything is proceeding according to plan.
We did nuclear blast drills in school.
Back to the Future was just about ready for us all to ooh and ahh about.
And a horrifying looking one hit wonder musician by the name of “Taco” was all the rage on KISS FM. Here, from that glorious year of innocent moral and fiduciary decline, “Puttin’ on the Ritz.”
