The slack left by Cyndi Lauper and Huey Lewis et al would be taken up by rudimentary proto-hip-hop and plastic mall pop like Taylor Dane, Debbie Gibson and Samantha Fox.
1987 was also a pivotal year for me. I landed my first full-time art gig, got married and had our first baby. I was immersed in Alan Watts, and also formed my first real band and started writing real songs, all at the tender age of 21...
You all know where I stand by now: Music is Magic, straight up.
Sometimes I think it’s the only true form of magic, but I don’t like to get too over-reductive about it; gotta keep the door open to other (if not lesser) possibilities.
Still, nothing tattoos a time and place onto your memory circuits like a great song, so Music is my personal time machine.
Music powers me to phase in and out of various periods of my life, and can also often revive long-buried experiences. I’m a Cancerian, so you know I’m eminently qualified to hold forth on these things.
it's on the house.
So fire up the wayback machine and let me give you the skinny, Ginny.
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