Once upon a time, like back in the 1980’s, so not that very VERY long ago. There lived a girl in a house with a family. Totally normal, like for sure.
This girl. She loved music and ballet. Oh yeah, and hot boys. But this is about the music that girl loved. Ballet and boys can be another once upon a time story.
This girl. She could sit in her room for hours just listening to music on the radio and off of tapes on her boom box. Yes, remember the days of the boom box or the ghetto blaster. This girl wanted a ghetto blaster boom box SO badly that she worked her ass off in school, got good grades and earned the shit out of this lovely silver colored piece of stereo equipment.
She could sit, this girl, for hours. Blasting her stereo. Ignoring her mother and fathers pleas to turn it down. Until they actually came in her shrine to Duran Duran of a bedroom and told her that if she didn’t turn down the shit, they would turn it down permanently. Thank goodness for Sony Walkman gizmos.
This girl. She would memorize the words of all the songs that she loved. She memorized the names of all the bands and the songs they sang.
You could not stump this girl. At all. On any 80’s music that had to do with top 40 or New Music, not to mention some big hair bands. This girl was an 80’s music aficionado.
She got a job in a record store. Back when there were still records. And people from far and wide came to her for advice on what album, cassette and later…the CD to buy.
Music. She loved it.
But then this girl. She grew up.
The ghetto blaster was replaced by a Sony stereo system.
Radio stations stopped playing the music that she had spent her youth memorizing. Now only the oldie stations play her wonderful music.
She has kids of her own.
And she thinks it’s funny because they are now like she was, once upon a time, back in the 80’s.
They know all the music and bands and words to all the songs. They blast their iPod docks. They download songs all day from iTunes. They memorize the words to all their songs thanks to Google.
And this girl.
Is how her mom was, once upon a time, back in the 80’s.
You make me giggle! Isn’t life awesome to watch as your kids act out awesome moments like that in life! I could see your house full of tweens blaring music and you doing the same from the kitchen…cleaning! You are just the most awesome mom.
I had a Sony stereo, too.
Do you remember mix tapes? Oh yes…MIX tapes. I also remember how excited I was to watch Friday Night Videos, too. 😉
My kids are just starting to get in their own style of music. It’s fun to watch. I love music. So far I have been happy with what they have been playing. LOL. When does that stop?
Janice @ Mom on the Run says
My four yr old daughter knows all of the words to, and dance steps to NKOTB’s Step By Step because of her mother. She will be just like me – and you know what? at least she’ll be safe in her room, well sort of – I’ll probably be up there dancing with her.
Melisa with one S (PH) says
Ooh, you need to start listening to “their” stuff too.
I LOVE 80’s music (duh!) but I also love current pop music. I know most of the lyrics, which isn’t necessarily a good thing when you consider what all the songs are about these days! 🙂
C @ Kid Things says
I wasn’t that old in the 80’s, being born in ’79, but ask me anything about mid-late 80’s music, especially the so-called “hair bands”, and I know everything about it. That was (still is) my time, as far as music goes.
Wow, are you my long lost twin? You just described my life, and now my kids lives also 😉
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I was That Girl, too. For me, though, it was mid 70s to mid 80s. Then I got married and had to stop blasting whatever was playing the music. And yes, now it’s my girls blasting “their” music and I, too, am clueless.
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Kami Lewis Levin says
Yeah, me too. For me, it was the 90s. Now, I pretty much exclusively listen to NPR. It’s not as fun to sing along with as you’d think. The other night, I was driving, alone, and I stumbled upon Jane’s Addiction on the radio. It was magical. I turned it up real loud. I sang even louder. And, I remembered all the words.
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dysfunctional mom says
I love the 80’s music (and am listening to it on Pandora right now) but I listen to the kids’ stuff too. That way I can sing it really loudly and embarass them. =D
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yeah, but girl, we still remember all the words to our songs, don’t we? when we meet at BlogHer next year are should totally blast The Best of Duran Duran 🙂
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