Because growing up on 70s television didn't kill me. It just made me who I am today.
When Tiffany sang "you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground," could I really have pictured a boy and girl tumbling down a hill—like, rolling down it log-style, maybe just before engaging in a potato-sack race? I've spent a lot of time trying to imagine how I sang that song without... Continue Reading →
It's the mid 1980s. Bands like REO Speedwagon, Foreigner and Wham! ruled the charts. But there's an underground movement bubbling up -- punk rock. Listening to my Sony Walkman late at night, the local college station would spin strange songs and bizarre artists. Sometimes, the songs were so awful my ears hurt. Other... Continue Reading →
In an age when it’s too easy to become a Ninja Netflix addict, stealthily clicking “next episode” on the iPad at 2am, knowing that you’ll regret it, and not being able to resist doing so, because it’s RIGHT THERE, right NOW, on demand, it’s hard to imagine that there was a time when life was... Continue Reading →
I was raised in a pretty shut-down household, where the music available was a strict diet of Classic FM (which I now love), Classical CDs (I love some of them), ‘Churchy’ music (still not that keen), and Gilbert and Sullivan (hate it with a passion). There was one exception (other than the stalwart ‘sung Times... Continue Reading →
