My appreciation for 80s music is increasing. Sure, it’s music from my youth (80s and 90s). Heavy Metal was my thing, which then turned more towards alternative. That was peppered by the still young rap music.
But yeah, 80s pop was not my thing. I was aware of it. I was knowledgeable (as much as I chose to be) about it. I could name songs and artists but choosing to listen to it? Nope.
Now, I appreciate it. All of it, whatever genre. There’s something about it that I just can’t yet describe with words. I just, enjoy it.
Coincidentally, I had episode 7, of Netflix’s The Eighties, playing in the background the other day. It helped me better understand my own increasing appreciation. I think they say it best when they conclude that there were just so many good artists hitting their peak during that decade.
Really good artists.
I’m a little remorseful that I didn’t give all of the genres their due while it was happening. I was following the opinions and “norms” of the people I wanted to associate myself with (as most of us do in our adolescence), and my mind was closed off as a result.
I’m thankful that now, I can arrange an 80s playlist and just… listen. And appreciate. I can go further, deeper, listening to all Prince (he’s a damn genius) tracks for hours. I can immerse in Cyndi Lauper, The Go Gos, and Heart. Michael Jackson’s 80s catalog? Take away whatever tabloid new stories were happening at the time and just listen to his work. Another damn genius.
Chrissie Hynde and the Pretenders. The Eurythmics. Depeche Mode (though, I feel like I have always loved them), The Bangles, Pat Benetar, Blondie, A Flock of Seagulls, The Police, INXS, Queen, Whitney Houston, Tears for Fears… and there’s so many more.
Not sure now to end this post but, I’m going to go back into the 80s music rabbit hole now. *headphones on, press play*