I’ve always been amazed by the power of music – how hearing a song can take you back in time, experiencing emotions and reliving memories in such a vivid way.
Maybe that’s where my love for 80’s and 90’s music started.
It wasn’t just the bright, neon colors; the crimped hair; scrunchies and leg warmers. Listening to 80’s and 90’s music today makes me remember my childhood – and the simple things that I loved about it – like riding bikes after school in the neighborhood, going through the secret passageway behind my house to meet my childhood friend in her backyard, playing records on the stereo, and running through the sprinklers while playing on the slip-and-slide.
This week, is all about the 80’s and 90’s — the soundtrack of my childhood.
We are starting off the week with the two of the most played songs off my pink pocket rocker. For those of you who may not be familiar, pocket rocker was the original personal stereo that played neon mini cassettes. It came out in the mid to late 1980’s and was the MUST HAVE item for all elementary-school-aged girls in my town on Long Island.
I begged my dad to buy it for me for weeks, and one day he finally caved and did…along with three magical neon cassettes…my favorites – Debbie Gibson, The Bangles and Tiffany.
That was the greatest day of my 7-year-old life and I played them until the ribbons wore out!
I was out of the office on Tuesday and Wednesday, but I’m back and the 80’s and 90’s theme lives on.
It was the era of hotdoggers, slap bracelets and basically anything neon-colored. I totally idolized all of the female artists of that moment, including Madonna (even though I had no idea what most of her lyrics actually meant), Janet Jackson and Whitney Houston. My friends and I used to make up dances to each of their songs.
Dance party anyone?
P.S. — For those of you who don’t know what a hotdogger is, it is not food, but it was a popular warm-up suit.
Friday’s playlist (part 1)
Growing up, my cousin Lisi was about 10 years older than I was, but we were extremely close – like sisters. I still remember riding along in the car with her without any parents around.
These songs still remind me of her and those car rides:
Friday’s playlist (part 2)
It may seem like worlds ago now – but I remember the day when my family got our first CD player. We kept it in the kitchen by the window and I was beyond excited when my dad came home with the new Billy Joel Stormfront CD.
Living in New York, you had to love Billy Joel, and my parents started me out young.
My close family friend, Jen, and I recently reminisced when she came to visit about how we would sit on the floor of my kitchen trying to memorize all the words to “We Didn’t Start the Fire” until we could sing the entire thing without stumbling.