Memory lane

What it is about the music of our younger years that sticks with us so closely? DH and I took a trip down memory lane the other night by playing snippets from (yes, you guessed it) the music of the 80s. We laughed and recalled memories we connected with some of the songs and bemoaned the fates of some of our favorite bands and musicians.

I blame the Super Bowl for starting us on this trip. It was funny to watch Foreigner play in the pre-game show and while they did look WAY better than the Rolling Stones did when they did the half-time show a few years back, it was still really strange to watch the right voice coming out of the "wrong" singer. Their new lead singer sounded great, and love the story of how he joined the band, but it was still a real "do not adjust your set" moment, wasn't it?

Besides admitting I was in junior high in the 80s (I swear I will never wear leg warmers again, although I'll claim the defense that in a Canadian winter they make a little more sense), it's also a sign of my age to realize that I'm a target demographic. Yep, go into any mid-priced restaurant these days and chances are those songs will be drifting along behind my low-cal, middle-aged, health conscious menu order and provoking me to once again throw caution to the wind and order something warm and covered in ice cream from the dessert menu.

So now you get to live it again, too. I couldn't find Pop Goes the World, but this Canadian classic made us laugh the hardest (or cringe the most, not exactly sure which):



I don't know about you but I'm very glad I don't see many men wearing a pink trapeze tank top with their cycling shorts these days. The leg warmers aren't the only things from the past I can live without.