Is it me you’re looking for?
Flashback: 1984. Homecoming Dance. Heritage High School. My date was Cassie Mongiardo from Jefferson Forest High School. “Cause I wonder where you are and I wonder what you do. Are you somewhere feeling lonely or is someone loving you?”
Ah, the 1980s. Girls just wanted to have fun and loverboys were just working for the weekend and everyone understood the power of love. Seems like only yesterday I was jamming to a lot of music by artists that only had one name; Michael, Madonna, Sting, Slash, Bono, Prince, and Whitney.
In fact, it was yesterday. I picked up my rental car and was cruising down the A1A listening to the “oldies station” and they were playing Vanilla Ice. Stop. Collaborate and listen. The OLDIES station was playing “Ice Ice Baby.” THE OLDIES STATION. The oldies station is supposed to play The Platters and Perry Como, not the Beastie Boys and Elvis Costello. “No, this can’t be happening,” I said to myself. “No.” I listened some more and after I sang along to A-ha’s “Take On Me” in nearly pitch-perfect falsetto, it hit me like a brick. I’m old. The oldies station ads were for testosterone pills and arthritis pain relief cream. #OhTheHumanity
How could this happen so fast? Until yesterday I thought of myself as “middle age.” Only if I live to 106…
Fascinating fact: Although it FEELS like the year 1980 was 20 years ago, it was actually 41 years ago. My head is spinning. I need to take a nap.