July 29, 2004

Do You Remember 1984?
posted by i feel unusual 20 years ago
  • I try not to.
  • I was 19 (the legal drinking age in Ontario). Of course I don't remember it!
  • And yes, I owned a skinny leather tie.
  • I still have my skinny leather tie. *gloat* But my Richard Marx mullet is long gone.
  • All too well. I am almost exactly the same age as the writer (born in February '70). Purple Rain, 16 Candles and the haircuts. Ah, nostalgia.
  • I was turning one.
  • I was 16 in 1984 and bored out of my mind with high school and smalltownitis...the music was pretty good tho...
  • Wot Medusa said, but I was 14. i feel unusual, are you from the Minneapple too?
  • Nah, I was a Memphis indie-rock geek in '84 - seventeen years old with a Richard Marx mullet.
  • I was 20-something working days and playing in a post-punk band nights, so I appreciate the nods to the Minutemen and the Replacements.
  • I think about then I was watching my first Star Wars movie and learning to ride a bike. I learned to walk early, but couldn't ride a bike till I was eight, and didn't learn to drive until 21.
  • I was 22. Took a job bartending....yea I remember 1984
  • I was 14, I was aware of the year's significance, and I hated the 80s. I had zits. Yes I remember it. The year after I discovered smoking pot, and the year after that I discovered sex. Things started looking up.
  • Ah, what a year! Graduated from high school and immediately went to see the movie "Breakin'" That is one.great.movie.
  • I loved the 80's, but as far as I'm concerned 1984 is when it started sucking (referring to radio, music, MTV, and other petty concerns of any 16-year old). The movie scene was still ok though.
  • First year of elementary school, very depressing.
  • Later, I inherited my older brother's skinny leather tie. I even wore it. To the sixth grade dance, I think.
  • Learned that Mr. Penny and Mr. Socket are not friends.
  • Ah, 1984. Got married for the first time. We had the reception on a boat on the Thames, and I vividly remember standing on the pier by the Tower of London in a top hat being intensively photographed by Japanese tourists. I also got promoted into a fast-track HQ job. Yeah, 1984. Four years later I got divorced and regraded. Ah, the rich tapestry of life...
  • I was 17-year-old junior in high school who was nominally a Brain (cliquely speaking) but with some fairly solid street cred with the Burnouts(smoking area, dude!). A nodding acquaintance with some Jocks and Soc's, but typically that was through friends-of-friends and a reputation for being able to hold my liquor at parties (read: get people out of jams) at an age where most can't. Musically? Almost strictly headbang, albeit with some significant Tull affectations. Had lost my virginity to a psychotic redhead named Dawn the year before at a houseparty; was dating a tall blonde burner-girl named Jude, but we hadn't done anything yet (and never did - she pulled my card when one of my friends totally snitched on me regarding a rather public frenching-plus incident with someone other than Jude). I was worried about getting accepted to college, because I had slacked all through high school and my grades were shit. I wanted to be a biochemist, mostly because it sounded like a cool job to tell people about at cocktail parties. I was tall, skinny, with a shock of dark hair cut in a Feather, a skinny tie (yes! black leather) and a wisecrack for every occasion. I could even crack my teachers up, sometimes. And everything was so, so serious; even the smallest incident carried with it a sense of gravitas, of grave import.
  • I was 12 years old and going to a new school where I had to wear a dress everyday. I was hating life in 1984.
  • I fell in love with this girl. Things went downhill ever since...