The 80s.

I know, most of you are obsessed with the 80s. Those ridiculous "lets see how high we can tease this bastard" hair days.The hair bands (wonder why they call them hair bands? Hmmmm). The age of $700 vcr's and cd players that were 8 feet wide and 7 feet tall. Mullets. And, whoever owned a Camaro, usually took a hot chick to prom. If you owned a Z28, you took the HOTTEST chick to prom. And scored. You seen rich guys in mullets wearing all white suits, telling girls they were gonna be detectives, only to find out that the local police departments didnt issue Ferraris (Damn you, Don Johnson!). You sang sappy love songs to girls (These five words I swear to you, when you breathe, I wanna be the air for you, I'LL BE..THERE..FOR..YOU!!) and it probably didnt work...If you tried singing Richard Marx, you struck out swinging. Even in the 80s, you didnt cover Bon Jovi though. No matter what flight of desperation you were shooting for, you dont sing Bon Jovi to chicks. Sing something from a crap band, like...I dunno, lets say Milli Vanilli. If it sounds bad coming from them (which it didnt, but you know where Im getting at), then it wouldnt sound THAT much worse coming from you. And dont ever...EVER...EEEVVVERRR try to cover "Every Rose Has Its Thorn". EVER. That will get you a beatdown from everybody, from pickup truck boys, to Mustang boys, Camaro boys, and even the rich Trans Am boys willing to mess up their perfectly sculpted angel mullets. If you lived in Jenkins, Hardees was brand freakin new, and the quarter pounders, and hot ham and cheese sandwiches were phenomenal. And there would be a line at the drive thru all the way to Burdine. Speaking of Burdine. We had Dairy Cheer. Mullets. Jenkins had a Dairy Cheer..that lasted for about 13 days..give or take a couple of hours. The bad boys drank, and spun the tires in their trucks or 110 horsepower "sports" cars (because ripping anything that resembled an exhaust off of your car made it loud) the entire length of downtown. Screaming all the way, with their long hair blowing out the side glass. The football teams fought other football teams. Mullets. I loved seeing people with the first cell phones when they came out. No wonder they had 20 inch biceps. Seriously, EVERYBODY in Pikeville had 20 inch biceps because of those 30 pound phones. And Trans Ams. Because all the rich kids drove Trans Ams, remember? And mullets. Yeah..mullets. Def Leppard ruled, with either two arm Rick Allen or one arm Rick Allen, it didnt matter, they ruled. There was pre-pop Metallica, and I wont go into everything good in the 80s, because for every Poison, there was Rick Astley. For every Bon Jovi, there was Wham. For every Van Hagar (and yes, I prefer Van Hagar to Van Halen), there was that annoying "She Drives Me Crazy" from what might be the most annoying band in the world, the Fine Young Cannibals. And mullets...Anyways, I may dive into this later. Ill probably hit up a 90s blog soon. Have a great night.
Brandon.