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1979 sounds like a heck of a long time ago, doesn't it! It is a heck of a long time ago I guess, but for some reason it really does sound it. The year that Margaret Thatcher became Prime Minister.
Sorry, I've just given everybody nightmares, haven't I.
I had no idea of things like that back then of course, so I think I quite enjoyed 1979. I started school that year, which should be cause for horror and nightmares, but I actually enjoyed primary school. I went to a tiny little place with only about thirty other kids and two teachers. It was a Montessori school, and the teachers effectively left me to my own devices for seven years, barring handing over a new text book every now and again. I learnt more in one year at that place than I did in five years at secondary school. Now that was five years wasted. But 1986 is mercifully far in the distance just now. Huzzah.
Elsewhere, 1979 was the year I first started taking a proper interest in music, I think. I knew who sang songs, instead of them being just a noise on the radio or on Top Of The Pops. It was a good time to start taking an interest, too. 1979 was a year of Blondie, Madness and the Police. I just looked it up, and the biggest selling song that year was Art Garfunkel's Bright Eyes, but there was good stuff in the charts too, I promise! The Boomtown Rats with I Don't Like Mondays, Elvis Costello with Oliver's Army, and good old Ian Dury with half a dozen songs that year, it seemed like. Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick was not a good song to get stuck in your head, because if you started to sing it, somebody inevitably would say okay, and oblige.
Beneath the cut are a few songs from that year. And, despite the fact that 1979 saw both Don't Stop Me Now and Crazy Little Thing Called Love, which are favourites of mine, I've kept it Queen free. See? I'm not entirely obsessed. I went for ones that I liked then, and still listen to now.
Yes, I'm a Cliff fan. And I remain resolutely unembarrassed.
Sorry, I've just given everybody nightmares, haven't I.
I had no idea of things like that back then of course, so I think I quite enjoyed 1979. I started school that year, which should be cause for horror and nightmares, but I actually enjoyed primary school. I went to a tiny little place with only about thirty other kids and two teachers. It was a Montessori school, and the teachers effectively left me to my own devices for seven years, barring handing over a new text book every now and again. I learnt more in one year at that place than I did in five years at secondary school. Now that was five years wasted. But 1986 is mercifully far in the distance just now. Huzzah.
Elsewhere, 1979 was the year I first started taking a proper interest in music, I think. I knew who sang songs, instead of them being just a noise on the radio or on Top Of The Pops. It was a good time to start taking an interest, too. 1979 was a year of Blondie, Madness and the Police. I just looked it up, and the biggest selling song that year was Art Garfunkel's Bright Eyes, but there was good stuff in the charts too, I promise! The Boomtown Rats with I Don't Like Mondays, Elvis Costello with Oliver's Army, and good old Ian Dury with half a dozen songs that year, it seemed like. Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick was not a good song to get stuck in your head, because if you started to sing it, somebody inevitably would say okay, and oblige.
Beneath the cut are a few songs from that year. And, despite the fact that 1979 saw both Don't Stop Me Now and Crazy Little Thing Called Love, which are favourites of mine, I've kept it Queen free. See? I'm not entirely obsessed. I went for ones that I liked then, and still listen to now.
Yes, I'm a Cliff fan. And I remain resolutely unembarrassed.
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- 40 years meme,
- memes,
- music,
- queen,
- totp
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