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Just my opinion

but I think that the 80's was the most amazing decade for music ever. I'm sitting here listening to Rick Springfield's "Don't talk to Strangers" and talk about a flashback. The music in the 80's was exactly that. Music. Not that bass ridden, hip hop crap they say is music today. What the hell is that stuff anyway? I know it's not my age saying that. Seriously. There is just nothing there that has any kind of redeeming value. You sure as hell can't really dance to it unless you can pop and whatever else they do now. If you aren't a hip hop dancer...forget even trying to dance to it. In the 80's there were definitely people who couldn't dance well but at least they could kind of keep to the beat. All of the music in the 80's had a different sound and beat to it. Not like the songs of today. Same song different singer is what it seems to be now.

I'm listening to Rick and remembering my first concert which just so happened to be Rick Springfield. OMT!!! I thought I was going to die when he came out on stage. Goodness that man was gorgeous. He still is. I loved the 80's and there are times I wish I could go back and just live one week. To remember how much fun it was. No fear of gangs. No fear of being shot in my own school. Just learning drill team routines. Going out to Selah Civic Center teen dances. Cruising Yakima Ave and being innocent. Enjoying what it means to be a teenager. I am sad that my daughters will never know what I knew then. To live such a fun carefree life, turning up the radio when Rick Springfield came on singing "Human Touch" or Wham's "Wake me up before you go-go". When there wasn't so much hate in the world and wars were something we studied in history.

The 1980's were an amazing time and I am so glad I got to experience it from the neon, to Wham to the original Live Aid. I'm an 80's child and proud of it. :)

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