What made me feel old last night was realizing that it was the 25th anniversary of the VMAs. And that I was watching the day MTV premiered (to the sounds of "Video Killed the Radio Star" and "Hungry Like the Wolf" about seventeen zillion times).
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And that I was watching the day MTV premiered (to the sounds of "Video Killed the Radio Star" and "Hungry Like the Wolf" about seventeen zillion times).
My mother was cheap-- wouldn't spring for even basic cable for years. So I missed this seminal moment of our adolescence. I was reduced to watching syndicated half-hour shows of daily video countdowns-- and Dance Fever.
These days the only place I can find music videos is on Logo. And I find that dance-club numbers do wear on me eventually.
We didn't have cable, either! A bunch of us crammed into my friend Ann's tiny "family room" (i.e. second downstairs bedroom in a teeny Cape Cod) and watched ALL. DAY.
Shit, I remember when VH1 premiered and everyone laughed at the "old people's" channel.
We didn't have cable, either -- but in the Boston area, we had a local video channel. V-66! Good times.
Shit, I remember when VH1 premiered and everyone laughed at the "old people's" channel.
And how sad is it that I hear all the old MTV VJs on Sirius Satellite Radio's Big 80s station?
(How sad is it that I know that?)
Nina Blackwood was such a stoner.
Nina Blackwood was such a stoner.
Heh. I loved her.
Hivemind help-- very patrician, WASP-y sounding name for a woman who would've been in her 40s/early 50s circa 1965.
Mildred. Edith. Louise.