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And I claimed to hate The Eighties.

I lied.

To myself.

Beautiful Jennifer and Patrick Sleazy

Yeah! I know Jennifer Was a Bitch-on-Wheels to Work With

Precisely why I LOVE Her

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Found Out It Was A Pain-In-The-Ass

I LOVE You

Debbie Harry!

“Soon Found Out, I Was Losin’ My Mind”

(Yup. I changed the Title. It’s My Blog After All,  Ain’t It?)

The Eighties SUCKED Music-Wise

(And Other-Wise)

Wow! What a Bold Statement!

“Yes, and I stand by it.”

Now… Y’all, fess up! The Eighties were devoid of decent music, save a few, (Damn few) exceptions.

Hey! We are talking ‘bout the decade of want here! The Decade of “We want shoes! Therefore we am!” Ya know what? Fuck The Eighties! I was still a young man during them yet, even I, even I… scratched my head and pondered The End of Western Civilization.

maddie

(But Damn! How I did love Madonna!)

I served my country during The Eighties.

I loved Reagan during The Eighties.

I grew prematurely old during the Eighties.

What the hell was there not to love?

About The Eighties?

Well…

For Starters,

The Eighties were not The Sixties, nor The Seventies.

The Eighties Had NO Moral Compass.

The Eighties had NO WAR to protest.

The Eighties had Nothing, save for ‘Michael Jackson’ and ‘Rambo’ and such jokes make not a decade to be proud of.

OK: Bet Yer Boots

There is more to come.

And Comments along the way: Encouraged

This Post Will Be Heavily slightly  Not Edited, but you will see all the edits (of which there will be none), as per my wont, and my promise in a  previous post. (Yeah: work in progress…)

Stay Tuned

Y’all

(Then again, I may probably won’t just delete this and move on)

So read fast; leisurely if you’re of a mind to…

And, if you have come this far:

I actually want  really desire this to be a ‘community post’. Now, what I mean by that is this: Throw in your comments/musings/rants/raves/loves/hates about The Eighties. I will mesh them into the post. (with credits to authors) This could be fun (if we allow it)

(And if y’all believe that shit, I have a bridge for sale–just kidding–I swear! I will fold any comments into the post)

Come on now! You know you have an opinion!

Cheers and Beers!

–Lancers

 

The eighties? what were we thinking????

Call-Ment Me

Good Morning and Good Friday

Now I realize hearing rock music this early in the morning is probably not everyone’s cup of tea/joe/gin/sloe gin/slow joe, or other.

However, I do have a small request and I have bastardized  appropriated  stolen this song to illustrate it.

Graphically and Acoustically.

I love all y’all’s comments. (But damnit! they ain’t enuff of ’em)

So… listen to the song (it will wake you up, not necessarily in a good way, but wake you it will. (Little ‘Yoda’ comin’ there at’cha) And please be sure to crank up the volume to get the ‘full benefit’.

And take a sec to comment (good or bad) on my stuff. Well, the stuff you choose to read anyhow, as feedback is the song of my soul. And it is good and it is good for you. That is, if you come here for ‘value’ anyway.

Yes: Take some time; drop a dime; make a rhyme; throw in a lime; give me some time (Friends! Romans! Texans! and ‘others’; Lend me your beers.)

Okay: That made absolutely no sense what-so-ever, but feel me?

Happy Good Friday to all my good friends

Vid cred: some asshole…. Oh yeah, this asshole: BlondieMusicOfficial

Comment Me!

Any… Anytime

Yes, I know: It Ain’t Thursday

But I swerved into this long-forgotten post, I posted while shall we say, I was ‘discombobulated?’

Incredible to me now, how this one survived the sober editing floor, and yet here it remains, sucking up Bandwidth. So now, I share my shameful pain with those who have never experienced this wonder…

And certainly comments are welcome. Especially if they be mocking, for self-deprecation is my forte. (and my compass)

(What the fuck was I thinking???)

Oh, and by the way: Please do not follow the links: For that way lies madness.

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“Generally, I do Not Like to Step on My Dick”

(Would love to, but he  has left the building)

However,

I will make an exception (in this case)

I love Blondie (Debbie Harry)

Yep

Do

Now… this post will knock my previous posts off your hit parade.

I know this

And I care not

(‘actuarily’ I do)

But who cares?

Watch the video, and take a trip back to the Eighties

Why not?

Call me:

lancemarcom781@hotmail.com

(I lied: it is GMail)

And… if you figg3r that out… Here’s to Texas!

P.S.

I Heart 🙂 Madonna too:

“Last night I dreamt of some bagels

Go Figure

 

Call-Ment Me

Good Morning and Good Friday

Now I realize hearing rock music this early in the morning is probably not everyone’s cup of tea/joe/gin/sloe gin/slow joe, or other.

However, I do have a small request and I have bastardized  appropriated  stolen this song to illustrate it.

Graphically and Acoustically.

I love all y’all’s comments. (But damnit! they ain’t enuff of ’em)

So… listen to the song (it will wake you up, not necessarily in a good way, but wake you it will. (Little ‘Yoda’ comin’ there at’cha) And please be sure to crank up the volume to get the ‘full benefit’.

And take a sec to comment (good or bad) on my stuff. Well, the stuff you choose to read anyhow, as feedback is the song of my soul. And it is good and it is good for you. That is, if you come here for ‘value’ anyway.

Yes: Take some time; drop a dime; make a rhyme; throw in a lime; give me some time (Friends! Romans! Texans! and ‘others’; Lend me your beers.)

Okay: That made absolutely no sense what-so-ever, but feel me?

Happy Good Friday to all my good friends

Comment Me!

Any… Anytime

Generally, I do not like to step on my dick

(Would love to, but he  has left the building)

However,

I will make an exception (in this case)

I love Blondie (Debbie Harry)

Yep

Do

Now… this post will knock my previous posts off your hit parade.

I know this

And I care not

(‘actuarily’ I do)

But who cares?

Watch the video, and take a trip back to the Eighties

Why not?

Call me:

lancemarcom781@hotmail.com

(I lied: it is GMail)

And… if you figg3r that out… Here’s to Texas!

P.S.

I Heart 🙂 Madonna too:

“Last night I dreamt of some bagels

Go Figure