And one for the GenPop…

Happy Valentine’s Day

Confession: I loved the 80s. I’m musically stuck in that era, loving hair bands and theatrical rock, and all of it. This video is one of the reasons I wanted to live in California. I was positive the Freddy Mercury clone in Frankie Goes To Hollywood was there, waiting for me.
Not so much, as it turns out. I wound up dating guys who looked and sounded like the lead singer, and had the same closeted bent. Hmmm. Could it be me?

(PS…I know I’ve been slacking on posts, but I’m in an imagination hole here, and now it’s been compounded by what might be the worst haircut I’ve had since 1977. I believe brain abandonment and hair-induced humiliationed depression will be ravaging me like unfed toddlers released in a cheesypoof emporium for a while longer, so until then enjoy further antique video postings. Or don’t enjoy. I can’t bring myself to care. I look like a groundhog that backed into a garbage disposal headfirst.)