The Big 80s

There is just something about the music of the 1980s:  some of it big, some of it cheese-tastically cheesy, some of it synth-pop heaven.  It formed the soundtrack for Herself's teenage years, when the radio was all-important; Walkmans were just becoming popular, personal CD players were exceedingly rare, and iPods were --gasp-- nonexistent.  How those songs take her back.

Last night while in the car on the way home from a constitutional, she came across one of the classics of the 80s.  The song unusually peaked twice -- once very early in the decade, and again towards the end of the decade. She remembers it most from 1980, when she was just barely a teenager.  It made her young heart -- replete with reveries, as yet unrealized, about somehow miraculously attracting the affections of a boy -- contemplate all of the endless, magical possibilities.

Those were days of hope and innocence.  We'll recapture them oh so briefly by listening to Benny Mardones, Into the Night. Ah, nostalgia.