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Posts tagged ‘1983’

It’s time for another dive into the howling vortex of the 1983 pop charts, as chronicled by K-Tel’s midlist compilation albums. In this case, the insanity is not merely implied… …it’s directly stated in the title. Honestly, the whole Dancing Madness angle doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. It’s the type of title […]

As mentioned previously, my recollections of Chart Action 83‘s track list experienced a good deal of inflationary haziness during the two decades between losing and replacing my copy of that crucial compilation. It grew to include every fondly remembered slice of pop fluff heard on WHTT (“Boston’s HOT HIT radio!”) over the course of that […]

Even if The Rock Album hadn’t whetted my appetite for K-Tel compilation albums, I still would’ve sought out a copy of Chart Action ’83 for strictly sentimental reasons. The collection dates back to a significant moment in my life, one that was further shaped by a cluster of serendipitous events. I was eleven years old […]

Don’t stop believin’

September 1st, 2016

Even if I don’t agree with their general sentiments, sanitary I do enjoy reading rockist manifestos. There’s something preciously tragic about their heady blend of tribal loyalty and devout belief, this like a listening to a four year old explain how the Easter Bunny is real or having a dedicated Marxist try to convince you […]

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 […]

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