Category: The Real Eighties

I hear people – both around and about and, of course, in the media, criticizing music in terms of “decades” – comparing “the sixties” with “the eighties”, for example, as if musical styles begin and end in years with zeroes at the end. And the contention – among some, anyway, was “the eighties sucked”. It’s…

Bob Von Sternberg’s piece on the weekend’s festivities, entitled “Union marchers swell ranks of OccupyMN protesters, join in march on banks”, fills you with a lot of things – like the urge to sing “The Internationale” (or at least “Look For The Union Label”). Whatever it does, though, it doesn’t do – or at least…

One of the things I miss the most about music in the eighties was that almost anything could score, with a little luck. Some kinds, of course, had a head start.  South Africa was tres hip in the nineties – and for a brief spell, South Africa’s jumpy melange of pop styles got some airplay…