Supply and Demand
Late night tonight. At work my job has totally changed from managing a bunch of people and systems to managing a single big project (complete with other project managers and all kinds of stuff) — sort of a 90-degree change of direction. The ability to focus on a single objective, finally, is rather refreshing. On the downside, though, there's been a lot of planning work to finish really quickly, so I'm a little beat.
Anyway, while sitting at my desk being a good little PM finishing my documentation late into the night, with the window open to listen to the rain and my streaming audio tuned into Generation 80s Retro, a great quirky little song came on that I hadn't heard in right around 20 years.
Those are the 80s songs I live for. Sure, you can tune into most retro radio shows or streaming broadcasts, and hear "I Want Candy" or "Come On Eileen"* played until you're blue in the face, but I was there, dammit, and I'm pretty darn sure there were more than 15 or 20 total songs made in the 1980s. As it is, about once per year, via less conventional radio, written mention in an article or blog, or streaming audio, I'll hear one of those songs that makes me jump up and say, "Oh my God! I'd totally forgotten about that!" And then I get all happy and giddy that for once the 80s song canon has been cracked apart just long enough to let one of its excluded songs seep through.
Deciding to check the band out (Haysi Fantayzee is one of those bands whom I vaguely knew by name, but never well enough to associate with any of their songs), much to my joy, I found it on CD at Amazon.com. I listened to a couple of other songs (one of which being "Shiny Shiny", which I also recognized once I heard it), and decided that, yes, this was a clazy sirry album worth wishlisting. Only after clicking the wish list button did the sticker shock truly register: $69. Wow. No, I don't need it that bad at all.
As I mentioned to a friend, "I thought 80s meant the decade, not the price range." Though it was indeed a weak joke, it at least captured my sentiment at the moment pretty well.
* Also known among some long time friends as the "Tura Lura Song" because of the following incident: When in college, I and several friends had gone to a house party which included much beer, a generous number of underage drinkers, and a live DJ. Around 1:30am or so, as "Come On Eileen" was rattling out of the PA system at maximum volume, a pair of policemen showed up at the front door, and, as this was their second or third visit, decided to totally bust up the party and send everyone home. As I went looking for my shoes (to this day I'm not sure why they weren't on my feet), I encountered a noticeably drunk, probably stoned, and generally disoriented guy sort of turning in circles in the living room who, when I walked by, shouted, "Man, it was that damn Tura Lura Song, whatever it is. Every time someone plays that fucking song, the cops always show up. It must sound like fucking doughnuts to them or something. This sucks, man. This totally sucks. . . ."
Anyway, while sitting at my desk being a good little PM finishing my documentation late into the night, with the window open to listen to the rain and my streaming audio tuned into Generation 80s Retro, a great quirky little song came on that I hadn't heard in right around 20 years.
Those are the 80s songs I live for. Sure, you can tune into most retro radio shows or streaming broadcasts, and hear "I Want Candy" or "Come On Eileen"* played until you're blue in the face, but I was there, dammit, and I'm pretty darn sure there were more than 15 or 20 total songs made in the 1980s. As it is, about once per year, via less conventional radio, written mention in an article or blog, or streaming audio, I'll hear one of those songs that makes me jump up and say, "Oh my God! I'd totally forgotten about that!" And then I get all happy and giddy that for once the 80s song canon has been cracked apart just long enough to let one of its excluded songs seep through.
Deciding to check the band out (Haysi Fantayzee is one of those bands whom I vaguely knew by name, but never well enough to associate with any of their songs), much to my joy, I found it on CD at Amazon.com. I listened to a couple of other songs (one of which being "Shiny Shiny", which I also recognized once I heard it), and decided that, yes, this was a clazy sirry album worth wishlisting. Only after clicking the wish list button did the sticker shock truly register: $69. Wow. No, I don't need it that bad at all.
As I mentioned to a friend, "I thought 80s meant the decade, not the price range." Though it was indeed a weak joke, it at least captured my sentiment at the moment pretty well.
* Also known among some long time friends as the "Tura Lura Song" because of the following incident: When in college, I and several friends had gone to a house party which included much beer, a generous number of underage drinkers, and a live DJ. Around 1:30am or so, as "Come On Eileen" was rattling out of the PA system at maximum volume, a pair of policemen showed up at the front door, and, as this was their second or third visit, decided to totally bust up the party and send everyone home. As I went looking for my shoes (to this day I'm not sure why they weren't on my feet), I encountered a noticeably drunk, probably stoned, and generally disoriented guy sort of turning in circles in the living room who, when I walked by, shouted, "Man, it was that damn Tura Lura Song, whatever it is. Every time someone plays that fucking song, the cops always show up. It must sound like fucking doughnuts to them or something. This sucks, man. This totally sucks. . . ."