Today at the gym I got into one of those really useful insightful discussions with a bearded, man-bun BilaBong millennial – yeah those guys – about the best workout music so to get out of my ‘Why so serious?’ posts tonight I write about 80s dance music.
Warning – be prepared to relive your youth or learn how to really be hip
Exhibit A for the prosecution. New York, New York by Micro Chip League (MCL). A staple at Curfew Austin and when it played the whole club lit up with glow ropes. Listening to it now it’s some strange synthetic segue from 50s swing to the rave scene incorporating the Atari man voice. How cool is that?
Exhibit B. Why the newfound unhealthy obsession with Russia eludes me but hey kids this song came out before the wall came down when we were at the brink with communism. Look if you’re going to spazz out about the return of the good ole USSR – at least do so to dance and what better than CCCP American Soviets
Exhibit C. And while you’re getting a history lesson I know this may burst your little snowflake bubbles but you didn’t invent protesting racism, sexism, fascism. Gen 80s didn’t either but unlike the great lyricists before us viz., Lennon & Dylan, we made it all freaky cool. Lose the anger on the FLOOR! Consolidated.
Definitely on the playlist tonight: A Split Second Rigor Mortis, Front 242 Headhunter, Nitzer Ebb Join in the Chant
There’s more – oh so many more – but at this point I fear the millennials are running for their safe zones.
YBD’s Notes 1: Actually, I have a fondness for Millennials – they’re rather cute. In all seriousness, fool is the one who doesn’t learn from the youth. However….
YBD’s Notes 2: The sooner millennials learn this French phrase the better prepared for life you’ll be: ’Plus ca change plus c’est la meme chose.’ You’re really not that special my friends. And your music kinda sucks although some of it is retro 80s now and getting interesting.
YBD’s Notes 3: Back in the day, us old timers didn’t have no Internet and we couldn’t understand a single thing most of these songs were saying. But that wasn’t really the point to it. So if’n one of you whippersnappers look up the lyrics, don’t waste yer time posting if you’re offended. I don’t care and I’m too busy dancing.