80s ARE BACK, BABY!!
First, the rubber bracelets I saw at Claire's and being "sold" as Skee-Ball prizes in Atlantic City (I got one!). Now a new song by Duran Duran that takes me right back to those high school days. Their sound is sooo Duran Duran. I am irrationally excited by the news that their new album hits stores soon. I am not similarly stirred by the impending return of LITE-FM caliber croonster Richard Marx, but I blame that on "Right Here Waiting," which as far as I'm concerned has been overplayed as much as Whitney's version of "And I Will Always Love You."
Yesterday, I heard some familiar opening notes on the radio. Couldn't identify them at first. Then I remember: "When I'm With You," by Sheriff. Oh, man. Takes me back. To the days of perms and oversized glasses (thankfully, my teeth were straight enough to have escaped the indignity of braces); of hanging out near "his" locker, hoping for a mere glimpse of the perfection I perceived in him; of wanting to be part of the popular group but not having the money for a Benetton rugby; of being into abnormal psychology, Emily Dickinson and Sylvia Plath; of doodling song lyrics all over my looseleaf notebook; of quoting from John Hughes movies endlessly, wishing I looked like Molly Ringwald...
Did anyone actually enjoy high school?