My new car has XM radio, and I like the decades stations. On the rare occasion that I find myself in the car alone, if there’s nothing good on talk radio (no Dennis Prager, no Hugh Hewitt, no Michael Medved), I immerse myself in the music of the 40s through the 80s. My personal music memories span the years from about 1967 through 1987, but I like the stuff before 1967 as well.
Yesterday, as I was driving along, I heard a song that I swear I haven’t heard since 1985, when it was a huge hit, along with the accompanying, eponymous movie, St. Elmo’s Fire. Listening to it, I was reminded of what fun the music from the early 1980s was, and of how much I love dancing — something I stopped doing a long, long time ago since Mr. Bookworm is most emphatically not a dancer.
With the melody still flitting through my brain, I summoned up the YouTube video, and nearly collapsed when I saw how incredibly young all those Brat Pack stars looked back then. Sure makes me feel old.