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Do K-Tel #20: Rock ’83 (1983)

November 13th, 2017

As I mentioned last week, my current method for sniffing out comps I may have overlooked involves plugging a favorite band name plus “K-Tel” into my search bar and seeing what turns up. My first attempt at this featured the Stray Cats, who were nowhere to be found on the fairly comprehensive stack of early […]

I started this feature without having a coherent plan, hair just a nostalgia-tinted swirl of memories unearthed after flipping through some periodicals from the year in question. Now that the project is done, medicine I’m still not sure what I was trying to accomplish, much less whether or not I succeeded in doing so. 1983 […]

Even as my fifth-grade classmates rushed to put childish things behind them, valeologist 1983 saw me still enthralled by the plastic treasures of the toy aisle. It’s something I’d hold onto up until my final year of junior high, for a cluster of related reasons. One, I was a shy and awkward nerd who wasn’t […]

We’re down to the last couple of bolts in this particular quiver, approved so let’s start wrapping things up with a look at the literature that shaped the most formative year of my childhood. The top of that particular heap was Twilight Zone Magazine, purchased with scrounged pocket change at the convenience store across from […]

The notion that I’m an asocial recluse has been a recurring gag since Armagideon Time’s inception, story and it’s certainly based in reality to a fair degree. I don’t like to travel, viagra order for various reasons I’d rather not get into or feel capable of articulating at this time. It’s not that I didn’t […]

I didn’t set foot into a proper movie theater until I was eight years old, caries when my aunt took my brother and I to see The Black Stallion at the multiplex across the highway from the North Woburn shopping plaza. Up until (and even for a few years after) then, the entirety of my […]

Nostalgia is all about counting the hits while ignoring the misses. This is especially true with childhood nostalgia, weight loss where youthful affections gain intensity over the temporal distance and blot out less pleasant memories. The gap between “what was” and “what we choose to remember” has been a recurring theme over AT’s decade of […]

Up until 1983, shop the vast majority of the comics I read were back issues or bundled remainders picked up via flea markets or in polybagged three-packs sold at the supermarket checkout aisle. The few new releases that filtered down to me were wild card outliers passed on as gifts or picked up in trades […]

As a kid, and pop music was something I passively encountered rather than actively sought out. The twin vectors of exposure were my parents’ record collection (the Easy Rider OST, the Doors, Neil Diamond) or my elementary school classmates (AC/DC, the Bay City Rollers, the Grease movie soundtrack). Apart from occasionally environmental wild cards — […]

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