Today's AT40
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acroyearIs December 1986. My "Bachelor" year, junior year in high school.
Last week, #3 True Blue, #2 Human, and #1: You Give Love a Bad Name
Does Bon Jovi have the chops to stay there? well, probably. 86/87 was kinda big for them.
My jr year was kinda odd. Some classes I adored, in spite of how annoying the teacher was like Mrs. Keim (pronounced Kime) for pre-calc (we gave her a giant print-shop banner, "The Wrath of Keim"). Others I couldn't stand like my (I'll leave unnamed) American Lit teacher. I hated 9/10s of what they made us read, much of it having no value at all except for that fact, "well, it's American". Yeah, but there was a lot of "American" music from the late 19th century and you don't subject us to that because we all agree it sucks. Why is lit treated differently? *sigh*
My particular hatreds included Scarlet Letter and that poem of depression, Richard Cory. I also hated how, thanks to the PC crapola, the class really completely dodged Twain.
Of course, had we read Twain, particularly his political commentary, I probably would be even more cynical than I am already, so maybe that was a good thing. Maybe.
I oddly remember little else other than those two classes (and the founding of Deathtuba). American History (AP) was ok, and my cynicism was enhanced by the report I had to do on McCarthy. Band was my first year with a new teacher/conductor who's still here in Fairfax, now teaching at the elementary school level (and won teacher of the year for the county in '95). No science (took Chem in summer school instead). Last year taking Latin (and I remember very little of it in specifics).
First year doing marching band, which was quite the experience (especially the morning "this one time at bandcamp" when I got hazed - I woke up from my bunk completely wrapped around in toilet paper stuck to the bed with toothpaste. harmless enough, I figured it was a sign of acceptance. :) ).
Ah, the other class I took and adored: psychology. The teacher of that class was one of those free spirits whose techniques the administration never particularly cared for. Naturally, he got positive results, in both his classes (I still remember almost everything from that class), and as freshman football coach (the team went 7-0 that year). That teacher is one of 3 I really would like to find and thank, if ever given the chance.
Musically, I still followed the pop scene for the few rock songs still around, but was starting to dig through my dad's collection for the Blues-Rock stuff, Clapton, The Doors, Hendrix, Floyd, that sort of thing. I would progress through it on my way into the prog-rock world that would hold my attention 'til the mid-90s (when I embraced the Celtic scene).
Anyways, on with the countdown...
Uh, oops? Part of the tape disappeared and we suddenly ended up in the middle of "Land of Confusion" from Genesis's Invisible Touch. They toured around this time of year, but we had snow all week so I missed both them and Billy Joel (who played 2 days earlier) at the Cap Centre. Of course, the fact that I didn't have my license yet might have had something to do with missing it. I didn't start doing concerts 'til 87.
I was still a weirdo at the time: I actually knew who Spitting Image were before the video came out.
Nope, still hiccuping as they give the 27 to be Billy Idol (waitaminute), then skipped that song and went into another LDD (an annoying Billy Ocean ballad) but they'd just done one 15 minutes ago. Ugh. That ends and we're suddenly in the middle of Toto's I'll be Over You. Seriously a Land of Confusion indeed.
Is it stable yet? at 23 is Survivor's Is This Love, a song kinda lost by the Whitesnake song of the same name coming out around the same time. It's not bad (for Survivor). 22 is Howard Jones' You Know I Love You.
nope, another hiccup - that ends and we're suddenly in the beginning of Oh Sheila (with no intro at all).
XM's really got a messed up master tape here - there are actually two separate countdowns being played as it seems to keep hiccuping between the two around the commercial breaks. The songs seem to fit together so it looks like they're only a week apart.
I think the countdown is over early as 80s on 8 seems to just be playing songs without Casey although they're still being labeled "AT40". Maybe they're fixing it, or maybe it's just a screwed up master and that's that.
oh well.
Last week, #3 True Blue, #2 Human, and #1: You Give Love a Bad Name
Does Bon Jovi have the chops to stay there? well, probably. 86/87 was kinda big for them.
My jr year was kinda odd. Some classes I adored, in spite of how annoying the teacher was like Mrs. Keim (pronounced Kime) for pre-calc (we gave her a giant print-shop banner, "The Wrath of Keim"). Others I couldn't stand like my (I'll leave unnamed) American Lit teacher. I hated 9/10s of what they made us read, much of it having no value at all except for that fact, "well, it's American". Yeah, but there was a lot of "American" music from the late 19th century and you don't subject us to that because we all agree it sucks. Why is lit treated differently? *sigh*
My particular hatreds included Scarlet Letter and that poem of depression, Richard Cory. I also hated how, thanks to the PC crapola, the class really completely dodged Twain.
Of course, had we read Twain, particularly his political commentary, I probably would be even more cynical than I am already, so maybe that was a good thing. Maybe.
I oddly remember little else other than those two classes (and the founding of Deathtuba). American History (AP) was ok, and my cynicism was enhanced by the report I had to do on McCarthy. Band was my first year with a new teacher/conductor who's still here in Fairfax, now teaching at the elementary school level (and won teacher of the year for the county in '95). No science (took Chem in summer school instead). Last year taking Latin (and I remember very little of it in specifics).
First year doing marching band, which was quite the experience (especially the morning "this one time at bandcamp" when I got hazed - I woke up from my bunk completely wrapped around in toilet paper stuck to the bed with toothpaste. harmless enough, I figured it was a sign of acceptance. :) ).
Ah, the other class I took and adored: psychology. The teacher of that class was one of those free spirits whose techniques the administration never particularly cared for. Naturally, he got positive results, in both his classes (I still remember almost everything from that class), and as freshman football coach (the team went 7-0 that year). That teacher is one of 3 I really would like to find and thank, if ever given the chance.
Musically, I still followed the pop scene for the few rock songs still around, but was starting to dig through my dad's collection for the Blues-Rock stuff, Clapton, The Doors, Hendrix, Floyd, that sort of thing. I would progress through it on my way into the prog-rock world that would hold my attention 'til the mid-90s (when I embraced the Celtic scene).
Anyways, on with the countdown...
- Starting things off, a forgettable late Pointer Sisters song, Gold Mine. Then another lost dance song, Nancy Martinez "For Tonight". I'm wondering if the dance thing's going to dominate or will the last hurrah of rock have something more to say.
- Then a song from a Billy Vera, who had 2 hits in the 60s, then disappeared 'til one low hit 1981, until another song he recorded in '81 got picked up to be used as a background music song for a romance scene in Family Ties and was rereleased to be another minor hit, At This Moment.
It is, of course, another cheezey ballad. :) - Followed by another ballad that at least people might remember, Coming Around Again from Carly Simon.
- Ah, *finally* the rock-pop world makes a statement: Robert Palmer didn't mean to turn you own. For some reason, this was an earworm in my head most of the day last Friday.
- Run DMC's You Be Illin'. Their first big hit not needing an existing celebrity to get the video on the air (like, say, Aerosmith and Penn & Teller).
Uh, oops? Part of the tape disappeared and we suddenly ended up in the middle of "Land of Confusion" from Genesis's Invisible Touch. They toured around this time of year, but we had snow all week so I missed both them and Billy Joel (who played 2 days earlier) at the Cap Centre. Of course, the fact that I didn't have my license yet might have had something to do with missing it. I didn't start doing concerts 'til 87.
I was still a weirdo at the time: I actually knew who Spitting Image were before the video came out.
- After a forgotten Daryl Hall solo song, Steve Winwood's Freedom Overspill. Hard to understand the lyric on this, but a decent song.
- skipping a few (i wasn't in the room), now Glass Tiger's Someday. typical pop-rock of the time. great for a party but not holding parties i didn't bother to buy it.
- at #30, Timbuk 3 - Future's So Bright I Gotta Wear Shades. Strange stuff. I should get a copy of this for my collection someday.
Nope, still hiccuping as they give the 27 to be Billy Idol (waitaminute), then skipped that song and went into another LDD (an annoying Billy Ocean ballad) but they'd just done one 15 minutes ago. Ugh. That ends and we're suddenly in the middle of Toto's I'll be Over You. Seriously a Land of Confusion indeed.
Is it stable yet? at 23 is Survivor's Is This Love, a song kinda lost by the Whitesnake song of the same name coming out around the same time. It's not bad (for Survivor). 22 is Howard Jones' You Know I Love You.
nope, another hiccup - that ends and we're suddenly in the beginning of Oh Sheila (with no intro at all).
XM's really got a messed up master tape here - there are actually two separate countdowns being played as it seems to keep hiccuping between the two around the commercial breaks. The songs seem to fit together so it looks like they're only a week apart.
I think the countdown is over early as 80s on 8 seems to just be playing songs without Casey although they're still being labeled "AT40". Maybe they're fixing it, or maybe it's just a screwed up master and that's that.
oh well.
