I saw it by myself when I was in high school and thought it was pretty damn great. No one else at my school on Monday felt the same way. I was pretty sure by lunch time that day that I wasn't going live in my home town much after high school.
Sounds like my town. All the 70s classic rock was great but hardly anyone by 86-87 was listening to Midnight Oil, The Smiths or The Cure (maybe a few goth chicks). Only some weirdos like me & skaters were into "college rock"
It's not as good as the Motorhead appearance... but I still liked the episode where Madness makes the cameo...
This did come out early 80s, before the Belleville Three. I've been learning about a Detroit based TV show called The Scene that played songs like this. Sort of a local version of Soul Train. The host of the show has a YouTube accounts and posts clips occasionally. But it's cool discovering Detroit artists that obviously shaped certain segments of music. Will say if you're at a club and you see older folk dressed nice, stay. Especially in Detroit. On another note, a rock version of that song, also from a Detroit group.
While I'm in Detroit Monitor mode, also want to tribute Amp Fiddler. Member of P-Funk and Enchantment. He passed this week. He also worked with J Dilla.
My Fox-News-Watching, Rush-Limbaugh-Listening, stereotypical-as-fuck white male Boomer of a dad owned at least two John Lennon/Yoko Ono records. Weeks after discovering them in my mom's basement, I still haven't figured out how to process this information. I wish he was here so I could tease him about it.
Here's Al Capp of Andy Capp fame interviewing John & Yoko at their bed in. Like every Silent Majority dad taking it out on the dirty hippies.
So he was a senior my junior year; a lot of college semi hippies from those years got establishment jobs, often in the financial sector, and pretty much revealed themselves as chameleons by our fifth reunion. The rock records and the Che posters went to the attic and they started tithing to Reagan... they were on a different wall, so they took on a different color... The sad and disturbing part for me were all the feminists-till-graduation who wouldn't have spat on the ground in front of the right- wing guys they now turned up married to-- and without even a face-saving hyphen anywhere in the bunch. At least a dozen peripheral friends how bearing guys' names and developing pregnancies. It was like we were in Utah all along and just didn't realize it.
A couple hiphop tracks I'm digging with a retro futuristic vibe. Apologies for the Spotify link, that one isn't on YT. https://open.spotify.com/track/3YO2o4KNa4p9COPppRrb7v?si=Au7fNbXLT0unYoIpvXYiHQ