Ambiguous Allure: 80s Nostalgia
Who's the guy in shades? That's Tommy Tutone. Y'know, the guy that did 867-5309 (Jenny). Here's a song that seems to epitomize the early 80s, done up with the style and glamor of New Wave: jangly guitars, power-pop crunch, Raspberries somewhere in the DNA, perhaps even Byrds: yet plugging into the 80s Zeitgeist through its deliberate frivolity, its obvious jokiness. That's rock in the 80s for me: with a few notable exceptions, it was a decade of jokes. Remember Centerfold? Or Rockwell, that dazzling behemoth, crooning (I always feel like) Somebody's Watching Me? Van Halen got famous by crossing Led Zeppelin with Mel Brooks; see the Hot For Teacher video (& that's not counting the humorless & irrelevant Hagar Halen incarnation). The list goes on and on. As young as I was during the 80s, I still get nostalgic for them sometimes. It was an era in which all the significance which had accrued to rock in 60s and 70s (& which was to reappear in the 90s) dissipated. As in the 50s, rock was merely fun. Looking at videos from the 80s, one is reminded of a certain (like a) virginal innocence. Really, there is more substance in Breakfast Club than there is in most rock from this period. Yet, I find certain kinds of 80s music strangely alluring, mostly because it reminds me of being a kid again. Genius though he is, even Prince's videos from this period look pretty gauche and camp. Reliving the 80s can bring one back to a love of kitsch, its intellect-solving power. As somebody (I think Graham Greene) once said, it's amazing how potent cheap music can be. Amen, and here's to John Hughes, Pac-Man, and Men Without Hats.