I’ve seen a few people question why people would honor Prince. He was, after all, controversial, edgy and so on. I’ve asked myself why I was saddened last week too. I can’t speak for everyone, but I can speak for myself. It boils down to this – Prince is a part of my story. I’ve learned that until you fully embrace your story, you can’t move forward writing new pages. The story will include good and bad. There will be wonderful memories and times you wish you could erase. Removing them removes pages from your story. It minimizes what made you who you are.
Prince was big in the 80’s and at a time when an awkward and clumsy teenager like me was trying to figure things out. It was a time of first loves and friends and homecoming, learning to drive and prom kings and queens. It was the age of excess with big hair, fluorescent clothes and the music. Oh the music…
It was my first concert (New Edition) with Eddie B and Lori N. It was riding in the car with my best friend Chad signing Van Halen songs until we wore the tape out. It was Friday nights in Mayfield driving around to songs by The Outfield with Ern and Stephen. If there was a piano somewhere around, you just had to learn the intro to Home Sweet Home by Motley Crue. You had to know how to move and moonwalk like Michael Jackson. I once cut school to buy INXS tickets for Vickie when I wasn’t even allowed to go to the concert (she did get me a shirt so I could act like I went). We slow danced to Bon Jovi and learned to rap to Run DMC, LL Cool J, the Beastie Boys and explored our goth side with The Cure and Violent Femmes.
I could go on and on and tag so many more friends from those years. They are treasured. Sure, there were broken hearts and scars. There was puppy love and having no clue how to treat our first dates. But we were writing our story. We were learning the mistakes to teach our children to avoid at all costs. The habits, the trials and the things our parents said we should avoid.
I’ll leave you with one last thought… I begged my parents to buy us a VCR. Everyone had one. We finally got ours for Christmas one year. The first video we ever watched (from Bedford video) was one I also begged my parents to let me see. The movie? “Purple Rain” by Prince. Not exactly the way to bring confidence to the purchase your parents made. It was edgy. It was a little raunchy. It wasn’t a highlight for me choosing family movies. Neither was “Dirty Dancing” when each of my family members walked out of the theater one by one in the first 30 minutes….
What can I say. It’s a part of my story. I embrace it. I lived it, loved it, recovered from it and at times, miss the simplicity of it. That’s why I mourned Prince last week. I mourned another reminder that my story, my songs and history had slipped away.
My work laptop died today. That would be the work laptop that has pretty much everything I need to do my job. In order to keep from going “postal”, I have found solitude in 80’s music all day (just ask the folks that follow me on twitter). That reminded me of this wonderful clip. Enjoy the weekend friends. I’ll be back Monday with a post called “What Hurts The Most” and it is NOT about my work laptop….
Have you been to the sporting goods store “Finish Line” recently? If so, you may have noted that their stock of “throwback” tennis shoes is beyond belief. It was while standing in this store that I found a pair of “Roos“. My mind instantly went back to the pocket on the side and spokesman for the shoes like Walter “sweetness” Payton and Clyde “The Glide” Drexler. While I personally never owned a pair of “Roos”, it doesn’t mean I didn’t want a pair.
How about you? Did you have a pair of “Roos” and if so, what did you keep in that little pocket on the side?
“The Boy” and I went to see “Paul Blart Mall Cop” over the weekend. I won’t give a review one way or the other. I will tell you that in true Happy Madison Productions fashion, the soundtrack was filled with great 80’s tunes. As a matter of fact, I cannot get the song below out of my head. I’ve been singing it since the moment we walked of the theater. Try getting this song out of your head today too…
Sunday night, I had the priveledge of attending the Colts and Patriots game at Lucas Oil Stadium with several co-workers. The place was electric due to the Nationally Televised game and the rivalry between the two teams. As we were leaving the stadium, one of my co-workers turned on the radio which promptly played the last three notes of a Stryper song (it was a heavy metal station). Before I could even think about it, I blurted out:
Wasn’t that “To Hell With the Devil” by Stryper?
They both just looked at me like I was a freak. About two seconds later, the DJ came on the radio and said:
That was Stryper with “To Hell With the Devil”….
Now the two guys I was with REALLY looked at me like I was a freak. I couldn’t help it….my 80’s was showing. I kept my mouth shut the rest of the way back to our destination. I still can’t tell you who won the war of 18-whatever, but I can sure tell you the name of a Stryper song after three notes.
One of the many benefits of Facebook is the “heads up” of a pending birthday for any “friends”. Well I’ve been looking forward to this one all week. Today (Wednesday) is my good buddy “The MudPuppy’s” birthday. I don’t know how or where we met up in the blogosphere, but I think we were linked in some former life as well. He’s on a sabbatical this summer from his blog but inspired my “A UNC Fan” site when he discovered the fun that is Tumblr.
I searched and searched for the ultimate 80’s Youtube video for you buddy. This is the best I could come up with. Hope it’s a great birthday. Thanks for sharing the journey!
For years, people who have met me A.H. (after hair) have asked, begged and even bribed to see pictures of me with hair. Well, thanks to the fine folks at yearbookyourself.com, now you can. I gotta be honest and say that a few of these were “spot on” actual yearbook pictures. Below are a few that cracked me up. Let the commenting and ridicule begin…
Thanks to my buddy Joel at CECWorship for the link as well.
The other day we were driving with the kiddies in the car. The soundtrack of the moment was 80’s music (I’ll give you one guess who picked that..and it wasn’t Heather). This song came on. While I was having flashbacks to the days of my “sweet mullet“, I did note the chorus. Inspiration in the most unlikely of places….
This post is in reference to my “Quick Post” below regarding Howard Jones. The East side of Chicago and one toll booth worker heard a live, unplugged and seated karaoke version (by me) of this song yesterday. It was the encore performance to a very long drive and day.