I've just "discovered" Jango internet radio and I've tuned in to the Hits of the '80s. I Just Died in your Arms Tonight is playing, and instantly, I can picture Cris Villanueva rocking it on That's Entertainment, back when it was cool and not cringe-worthy to admit you're a fangirl. Sweet Dreams (are made of these) was on a loop in the concert scene being sung by everybody who can sing it. I was not into music then, all I knew of music is what blared on somebody else's radio and what was sung on T.V. You'd have to be deaf and dumb, though, if you could not identify what the hits were. New Wave passed me by, though a friend swears it's the best music that ever came out of God's creations. Personally, the '90s was where music came alive for me, I knew all the lyrics to my favorite songs, I knew who the bassist was, whether the drummer was prone to using a double bass or just a double-pedal. Although you must admit that '90s music is way darker than the '80s, what with Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Alice in Chains, with Wolfgang and Razorback locally. Light fare is Greenday and Parokya ni Edgar with their Basketcase and Buloy.
The '80s is just a blur for me. One of the earliest memories that I had is requesting to get a Wonder Woman costume and being so excited to get it. I opened the gift and was disappointed that the costume was not exactly like Wonder Woman's. It in fact is not a swimsuit with a bright sparkly belt, but a bikini top with long shorts. God, I wanted those bikini bottoms so badly and parade along Casubuan St. in my costume together with the whip. I could picture it so easily, cool as a cucumber walking in my Wonder Woman bikinis, careful not to stray too close to the canals lest my whip get some burak. Alas, my parents had my future self in mind when they exercised restraint and just bought a modest costume. Thank goodness for parents. Thank you Jango, for bringing it all back.
