“Whoa, halfway there…
Whoa, livin’ on a prayer!
Take my hand, and we’ll make it I swear…
Whoa, livin’ on a prayer!”
Yes, I couldn’t help myself. After knocking back a few classics the other night on the MP3 player, I’ve resurrected my old playlist – the one jampacked with late 80s big-hair power-chord rock! No, not that early 80s disco and Wham! crap, but the full on, naked torsoed, guitar duelling rock bandits stuff!
(*insert* – all literati take note, the correct usage is 80s without the apostraphe).
I’m bobbing my head to the synthesised sounds of Bon Jovi, Europe (remember them? they seriously challenged Bon Jovi for the late 80s crown of power rockers, but only managed to have the one hit – the immortal ‘Final Countdown’), Quiet Riot and Warrant (Cherry Pie, anyone?)
Rock it, baby! Yeah!
I just had the crazy idea to host an 80’s rock. I should perhaps gestate on that for a while before I raise the subject with the family…
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