Thursday, January 17, 2008
The other night I was listening to the Go Go's Beauty and the Beat for the first time in over two decades. It was one of my favorite albums growing up, and I was thrilled to discover that I agreed with my thirteen-year-old self that it was a fantastic album (and that my thirteen-year-old self was spot on when she felt that "You Can't Walk in Your Sleep (If You Can't Sleep)" is the flattest track).
(As an aside, I was able to remember words to songs I hadn't heard in over twenty years. Yet I can't remember where I left my snow boots, and I just saw them yesterday. Somewhere. In the house. On a floor of some sort.)
Mostly, though, when I look back at the bands I liked as a pre-teen and teenager, I cringe. In some cases, I don't feel outright shame. For instance, I went through a whole progressive/art rock phase, worshiping bands like Steely Dan, Yes, Rush, Emerson Lake & Palmer (and, oh save us Lord, who can forget the Law Offices of Anderson Bruford Wakeman Howe?). From an objective quality standpoint, they're all excellent bands; but now they make me want to puke.
The same lack of embarrassment does not apply to Loverboy.
Man, I loved those tantalizing troubadours from Toronto. I played "Working for the Weekend"* first thing when I got home from middle school every Friday. I stared longingly at Mike Reno's red-leather-clad butt on the cover of Get Lucky (I assumed the lead singer was the model, which I now realize was probably not the case). And who can forget that sweatband thingie?
So for this week's comment contest (from which I will draw a winner of an Advance Review Copy of Wicked Game, deadline next Thursday at noon EST as usual):
Which band makes you want to smack your twelve-year-old (or twenty-year-old) self upside the head with the Mighty Baseball Bat of Good Taste?
I promise not to get mad if it's the Go-Go's.
*a brief perusal of YouTube didn't turn up an original video of "WftW," but here's "Turn Me Loose," which, upon reflection, is not a half-bad song, for what it was.