Memories I don't have

[vr_trakowski]

I recently spent quite some time watching music videos from the '80s and early '90s.  It's an interesting pastime if for no other reason than it's the adolescence I didn't have.  At that time I was listening to Cleo Laine and George Winston and Michael Franks, and (to my later embarrassment) Barbra Streisand.

I don't know if my parents would have kept me from such music, but I wanted nothing to do with most of it, for reasons I don't care to describe.  I don't remember when we finally got cable, but we certainly didn't have MTV.  Yet some of the tunes seeped in anyway; between ambient sound and my rocker best friend in college, enough was laid down to create a little nostalgia.

So watching these things is an adventure in amusement, befuddlement, and occasionally wistfulness--I wouldn't have had any idea what to do with the ideals put forth in the things, but a small part of me wishes I'd had the opportunity to try.

Conclusion:  According to the Eurythmics, sweet dreams are made of cows.

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[vr-trakowski.livejournal.com]

Hee! I got a bit of '70s music (very folky) from carpooling, but my parents are into jazz and ragtime, so I missed most of the pop.