Shortly before dawn this morning… security staff at London Zoo discovered the excoriated carcass… of its prized 3-year-old female Siberian tiger, Sue Ling.Animal protection groups that monitor the international trade… in game contraband have further told us… that a white Siberian tiger is so rare that the offer… of a pelt would surely draw the attention… Newscaster: We’re all familiar with the illegal poaching… of endangered animals in the wild… but never before has an animal in captivity been slaughtered for its pelt.For me, it’s the mid-nineties where I feel a bit of kindness for songs that weren’t entirely good back then, but mesh with fun times.Īnd as punctuation, the cafe is inexplicably playing “Jesse’s Girl.” So, I’ll conclude with a reminder, there’s a reason nostalgia was first identified as a disease. It’s not that I completely disregard the time period, but nostalgia cannot redeem “Welcome to the Jungle.” Of course, it would probably help to have good memories to go with them. On the positive side of 1988, Michelle Shocked put out “Short Sharp Shocked” (the first cd my sister owned), and the Cowboy Junkies recorded the Trinity Session (I wouldn’t hear of them for another 5 years). I like them, but I don’t want to hear that song, or that one, and certainly not a whole album, and come to think of it, I don’t need much of it loaded in the ipod, knowing the cd is in the rack is sufficient. Even late 80s Cure and Depeche Mode provide a little bit of a cringe to them. Growing up, yeah, I knew almost every song off Thriller, but goddamn it, I hated Michael Jackson. Usually, when I bring up the 80s with my contemporaries, there is a tendency to idolize the time. It’s not all terrible, but the group was more focused on what’s awful. I was hoping to find the Billboard charts for the year, but instead located this. But loyal friends that we are, we all starting searching our brains for other atrocities of the late 80s. The consensus among the chat was that this was a bad thing. We are contemporaries, but perhaps she was more aware of what was what at the time, because she was listening to Terrence Trent Darby’s “Wishing Well” to dredge up the memories. I probably wouldn’t have ever plumbed these depths if not for a friend of mine describing her first dance in 1988. That Meatloaf is still being played with boy and girls duetting “Paradise By the Dashboard Light” as anachronistic today as it was back then. The song wasn’t current at the time of the dance, and probably that’s why if I imagine a Junior High dance today, I assume that the same songs are probably being played. At that moment, I truly wanted to go, but I could appreciate what it would mean for a guy to decide that it was worth staying, even if the trouble could be double. It’s probably the first time I ever heard that song, and no, it didn’t change my world, but I remember wondering if he stayed or not.
The music was more or less a blur, the only song I clearly remember is the Clash’s “Should I Stay or Should I Go” (I think “Rock the Casbah” was played as well, but it’s a fuzzier memory). So, I spent the evening sitting on the edges of the cafeteria, avoiding eye contact, and drinking cans of supermarket soda. But honestly, in 1987, I didn’t really have any friends to speak of, and the other geeks I was starting to meet at school had better sense than to actually go to a school dance. Mind you, for most people going to a dance would involve possibly a date, or maybe a female acquaintance to sway with awkwardly. Periodically, she would have these moments when she would attempt to push me into normal social situations, and apparently, a dance was one of them.
When I was in Junior High, I attended one school dance.
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