If you have an hour,

or want to have this play in the background while doing the chores, give this a listen. It’s an NPR panel discussion on ’80s music. It’s quite amusing. I’ve listened to it several times, if only to hear the speakers say “butt rock.” They don’t cover everything, of course. They make fun of all the synthesizery production. Deniece Williams. They poke at Hall and Oates, which – I’m sorry, Becky – is pretty funny. I don’t know why, but I crack up every single time they play those snippets from that one song by (Jefferson) Starship. You know the one I mean. About cities. And building. And rock and roll. They praise the Replacements and Guns ‘n’ Roses and Tracy Chapman and anything that doesn’t use the old Yamaha DX7. They discuss the ’80s as a decade of excess and how it stirs nostalgia, because it was so turbulently decadent, and because it was bookended by the ’70s and the ’90s. The ’80s, for all its characteristics, stays stuck as the ’80s. We can’t remember those times for anything else, which is how it’s supposed to be. That decade makes me want to cringe for all the (awesomely horrible) pop music and big hair and leg warmers (don’t forget the jelly bracelets and shoes!), but I’ve never loved cringing so much as when I think of the ’80s.

Let’s Hear It …

Man, I wonder if I have any ’80s photos lying around …