I love 80s music.
For some reason, I was thinking about one of my favorite bands, Romeo Void, the other day. I had a tape of their music back then that I played over and over and over until the tape broke, and by then CDs were coming into vogue. All the Romeo Void music I had was on records, you know, those vinyl things, and I inexplicably left Romeo Void behind in all the upheaval.
The other day a phrase from one of their songs popped into my head, and when I got to the computer that night I searched for them on iTunes. Amazingly, I found a collection of their songs, which included most of my favorites, called Warm in Your Coat, only disappointingly, it was actually called “Warm, in Your Coat,” which is grammatically incorrect. Normally, I can’t stand that, but in this case, I overlooked it and purchased the album.
I’ve been playing it ever since, in the car, at the gym as I work out, on the iPod as I walk. Crazy, but in a good way. I haven’t heard those songs for 25 years. They sparked great memories of that time, and I am glad of the pleasant memories.