Flashback Friday: Money For Nothing

Yes, denizens, I want my MTV. Of course, I’m old enough to remember that MTV stands for “Music Television” for a reason. I’m probably even older to some of you for actually writing what I just wrote. I do apologize, but seriously? I miss the days of creative music videos. Then again, I also miss the days of creative music…and now I bet some of you are wondering if I’m even older than you originally thought. I swear, I’m in my 30s. And, no, that doesn’t mean I was born in the 30s.

Anyway, when I think of MTV from “way back when,” the 1985 Dires Straits song “Money for Nothing” is one of the songs that immediately comes to mind. Brilliant marketing ploy, if you think about it, using MTV as part of your lyrics, thus ensuring a permanent mnemonic for an entire generation.

This ended up being the biggest hit that Dire Straits ever had, more than likely because of the video’s influence. It was such a popular video, in fact, that it was the first to appear on MTV’s European launch in 1987. With a catchy guitar riff, Sting’s annoyingly infectious falsetto, somewhat cryptic, tangential lyrics, and a video that used early computer animation in whimsical (although shockingly simplistic now) ways, it’s no wonder that this continues to be considered one of the most influential entries from the days of early music videos.

However, it’s also an offensive song as well. Here, from the always unquestionable Wikipedia:

The singer, or more properly the first-person narrating character, refers to a musician “banging on the bongos like a chimpanzee” and describes a singer as “that little faggot with the earring and the make-up,” and bemoans that these artists get “money for nothing and chicks for free.” These lyrics were criticized as being sexist, racist, and homophobic, and in some later releases of the song the lyrics were edited for airplay; “faggot” for example is often replaced with “mother” (itself a shortened version of “motherfucker”).

It’s such a shame that a song that should have remained light-hearted and silly instead allowed itself to be brought down by caustic and hurtful epithets. I know that Mark Knopfler has tried to make excuses for using these lyrics, but really, they’re inexcusable. The song was edited for radio play, by completely removing the second verse. However, the music video uses the full song, offensive lyrics and all.

I don’t want to use the excuse that the 80s “were different times.” However, they were. They were a decade of unbelievably mixed messages…a decade marked by the presence of gender-bending musicians like Boy George…and marred by music and movies that slipped in the “f” epithet like it was any other insult. It always shocks me when I’m watching or listening to something from my childhood and all of a sudden, a character utters this word. It’s as jarring as Sixteen Candles‘ painfully stereotypical Long Duk Dong.

So here it is, denizens…the dark side of Flashback Fridays. Not everything from my generation’s adolescence is Smurfs and snap bracelets and PEZ dispensers. But the good news is that things change. Things have changed since we were young. Things are still changing. However, I do still want my MTV…I just wish it came with actual music videos.

Here, then, is the video. This is the unedited version of the song. So if you’d rather not hear it, skip it. Or let me know what you think of this song. Is it a decent song ruined by poor choices by the writers? Or do you think it sucks regardless? What about the video? Cutting edge? Or painfully cheesy and dated?

http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/VsnA0ix9hZU?fs=1&hl=en_US

Flashback Friday: The New Zoo Revue

This is available on DVD but China Beach isn't? There is no justice in this world, K.C.

Other kids, when they reminisce about their childhoods, mention watching shows like Sesame Street, 3-2-1-Contact, or The Electric Company. Strangely enough, I don’t remember watching any of these shows when I was little (at least not at the age at which I should have been watching them…prophets know I did enjoy me some Sesame Street muppetry when I was in summertime shiftless teen mode).

However, I do remember watching The New Zoo Revue. Actually, that’s not even completely true. I don’t remember any of the episodes. I didn’t even remember the majority of the theme song until I found a few clips on YouTube. The only thing I really remember about this show is that my dad made unmerciful fun of it. He would call it “The Rubber Head Revue” and would alter the theme song accordingly. He thought it was one of the most ridiculous things that he’d ever seen. This was, of course, years before my Pee-wee Herman obsession kicked in.

Looking at this following clip as well as a few others I found, I have to admit, it is pretty ridiculous. And quite creepy. And dated. Seriously, could this show scream 70s any louder? Those pants. Those go-go boots. Those hairstyles. And who knew that before Lady Kier Kirby found the groove in her heart, she lip-synced (rather poorly) through horribly cheesy lesson-teaching diddies directed toward dancers wearing giant rubber animal heads?

[Loba Tangent: No, that’s not really Lady Kier Kirby. And, no, I didn’t have to look up her name…I already knew it. Oh, to flotsam that floats to the top of my memory when I least expect it.]

Anyway, welcome to one of my earliest television memories, denizens. It ain’t pretty. But it explains a lot…

http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/9CFNAuVYc78?fs=1&hl=en_US

Flashback Friday: Macarena

Oh but I’m in a devilish mood this Friday. Remember “The Macarena”? I bet most of you just finally got the song out of your heads, right?

Sorry about that.

Actually, no, I’m not. I’m evil. Evil doesn’t apologize.

😉

This song drove me nuts. Yeah, it was catchy the first time. It was even catchy the first 10 times. The first 100 times? Not so much. By the quadruple-digit numbers, I was ready to find the radio DJ who was yet again subjecting me to this torture and rip their toenails off…through their nostrils.

Evil and violent. Such a combination for a Flashback Friday.

http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/sN62PAKoBfE?fs=1&hl=en_US

Flashback Friday: Speak & Spell

A long, long time ago in a blog post far, far away, I once told you about my very first computer. It was a Texas Instruments TI-99/4A console on which I first learned to type, to program, to Hunt the Wumpus.

No, that’s not a euphemism.

However, it was a different Texas Instrument that taught me how to spell:

This might possibly win the prize for sexiest use of primary-colored plastic (plus orange) known to man. Everything about the Speak & Spell was awesome: educational, fun, portable, relatively low-key, and not all that obnoxious…the perfect toy for an introverted only child with parents who liked to take long drives all along the East Coast. I’d settle in to the squeaky, sticky pleather of our Chevette’s back seat and wile away the hours and the miles, tapping out words on the alphabetically arranged raised buttons (this damned toy screwed me up for the longest time when I finally started trying to type…QWERTY? WTF is QWERTY?). Is it any wonder that I ended up always being in the annual spelling competitions during elementary school? Just think, if I’d gone to a public school, I might have made it all the way to the national spelling bee. I coulda been a contender!

Later iterations of the Speak & Spell came with pressure-sensitive flat panels rather than the raised buttons. I never liked those versions. I also never liked the Speak & Read or the Speak & Math. Speak & Math? More like Cruel & Unusual. Although perhaps if my parents had given me a Speak & Math rather than a Speak & Spell, I’d be a CSI now rather than a word nerd. Who knew that a toy could have such power over my destiny.

Yeah. And maybe if they’d given me Barbie instead of my talking K.I.T.T., I’d be Miss Freakin’ Congeniality right now. Thank the prophets for K.I.T.T. and Speak & Spell…that’s all I’m saying.

You know I still have my Speak & Spell, right? And it still works, still speaks in its groovy male computer voice. Still rewards me for correctly spelled words with its happy little digitized tune…still chastises failed spelling attempts with, “No! Try again.” Strangely enough, I don’t ever remember typing in naughty words when I was little. Weird, huh? That didn’t start until I got my hands on Dr. SBAITSO. But that’s for a completely different Flashback Friday…

http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/qM8FcN0aAvU?fs=1&hl=en_US

Flashback Friday: Justified & Ancient

No long-winded analysis or stories this week, denizens. We’re all bound for MuMu Land instead…

http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/1gzkllCIyww?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6

Even after a visit to the magical portal known as Wikipedia, I’m still not quite sure what this song is about, but the fact that it included Tammy Wynette always intrigued me, even well before my brief affair with the country music genre. It was such an odd pairing…but it worked for this song.

Definitely adding this one to my iPod. Now come on. I’ve gassed up the ice cream van. We can make it to MuMu by tonight if we leave now…

Flashback Friday: Jim Henson

On the grounds of the University of Maryland at College Park, there is a special spot dedicated to the person I would consider the most famous alumnus to ever walk the grounds of my alma mater:

There are certain key architects to the craziness known as LobaBlanca, and Jim Henson is most assuredly one of them. His was a creative genius that I think remains unparalleled even more than 20 years after his death (20 years? Dear prophets, has it really been that long?!) He was the eternal child, never afraid to let loose his exquisite imagination and deliver to us a cavalcade of whimsy and mischief, all in that trademark Muppet form. I’ve adored Kermit and his crew since I was a wee pup and can’t really imagine a life spent without knowing the joys of Henson’s magic. To this day, I can’t help but smile like a fool when I hear this theme:

http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/UlXMboPnETU?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6

Every single memory evoked by The Muppet Show theme is a happy one…Miss Piggy and her Kermie, Statler and Waldorf, Gonzo and his chicken fetish, Pigs…In…Space!!, wacka-wacka-wacka, meep, meep!!, Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem, the Swedish Chef, manamanah! Manamanah?

http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/aKULi72yUko?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6

Manamanah.

David Bowie has more balls than you...

Plus, there were the Fraggles, the neighbors of Sesame Street, naughty Saturday Night Live sketches from the show’s earliest years, Jedi Master Yoda (voiced by Miss Piggy himself, Frank Oz), The Dark Crystal…and Labyrinth. This remains one of my favorite movies. It introduced me to Jennifer Connelly and David Bowie…and David Bowie’s magnificent package. Seriously, only Henson could have gotten away with having someone dressed like Jareth the Goblin King in a children’s movie…and only David Bowie could have pulled it off.

Also…wait for the Trek reference in 3…2…1…She Who Would Be Gates was the choreographer for Labyrinth and several other Henson movies. Even before I knew who she was, she was playing an integral role in my life. Oh, sweet serendipity, how I adore thee.

Henson was one of those rare souls who never seemed at a loss for creativity, and his untimely death was one of the first from the celebrity world to impact me on a personal level. How could I not mourn the death of a man who had brought so much joy to my childhood and who showed me that there should never be a point in anyone’s life when they are “too old” for silliness such as this.

Even his funeral was uncommon, with friends and colleagues expressing their love and joy at having once had “just one person” in their lives as wonderful as Henson through song and Muppetry and Dixieland jazz. Henson didn’t want a mournful service and, even though you knew all their hearts were breaking, his friends gave him the magical send-off he requested…and deserved. There are still clips of his memorial service online at YouTube, but I thought I’d post this one:

http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/0Zzfdlxjx4Y?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6

What you don’t see in this clip, unfortunately, is that there were Muppeteers scattered throughout the congregation who stood up with their Muppets to sing along with this song as it continued. Besides being beautiful for bringing together so many of Henson’s creations in a celebration of his life, this moment from his memorial service served as the inspiration for this scene from Love Actually:

http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/zTNZgwZsrq0?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6

See? All you need is love. And Muppets. And David Bowie’s package.

Flashback Friday: Clue

Two of my Internet PersonalitiesTM just had a conversation that sounded something like this:

R: Hey, remember Clue?
L: Yeah, I love that movie!
R: So do I! It’s one of my favorite childhood movies!
L: Mine, too!!
R: So why haven’t you ever written about it for a Flashback Friday?
L: Uh…I have. But thanks for reading my blog. Jerk.
R: Don’t make me space you.
L: I’d like to see you try, Ridges.
R: Okay, that’s it!! Bring it, Wolf Girl!!

It was at this point that I had to step in and break things up before things got messy. Things are messy enough inside my brain…I don’t need blood and fur flying up there, too. Needless to say, though, I am surprised to realize that I have, indeed, never written about Clue here at the lair. Time to rectify this severe lapse in my judgment.

Seriously, though, there’s not all that much to say about this movie. I wish I could say that it’s a cinematic classic that will endure for ages as a masterpiece of modern film making.

In truth, it’s a completely ridiculous mid-80s ensemble flick based on a silly board game. Still, it delights me to my core for how it continues to make me laugh and evoke the best childhood memories. This was one of the movies that we always watched at my BFF’s annual birthday slumber party (you know, when I wasn’t busy barfing Dimetapp all over their hall). This was also the first time that I ever saw several of the actors and actresses with whom I would inevitably fall in love, including Christopher “Where we’re going, we won’t need roads” Lloyd, that sweet transsexual Transylvanian transvestite Tim Curry, and Madeline Kahn, who remains one of the funniest human beings to have ever existed.

Even if you’ve never played the game Clue (like me…I’ve never played it and never intend to…remember, I told you once before, I don’t like board games), you can still understand and enjoy this movie. It’s solid, silly fun, innocent enough for your inner child but with plenty of double entendres and subtle sexiness to titillate your adult exterior. And wanna talk quote fest? This movie is jam-packed with some of the silliest one-liners and character exchanges of any movie I’ve ever seen.

Plus, it’s got three different endings! What’s not to love about that?

See, the film makers decided that, in order to keep that board game “unexpected outcome” feeling, they made three endings for the movie. They then proceeded to send out random copies of the three different prints to all the movie theaters that planned to show Clue. So your “killer” ending depended on where you saw the movie. I think that’s pretty damned clever. Plus, if you own the DVD (which I do), you can select an option that will randomize the ending you see. Never fear, though: You can also select the option that will allow you to see all three endings.

So, there you go. If you haven’t seen this movie, check it out. If you have seen it…see it again. Loba’s orders. Oh, and remember, monkey’s brains, though popular in Cantonese cuisine, are not often to be found in Washington D.C.

http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/NHEpuz_gUGM?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6

Flashback Friday: Big Wheel

Big Wheel, keep on turning...

I never actually owned a Big Wheel of my own, which is a crime in itself. However, our neighbors’ daughter, who was 6 years my senior, would sometimes let me play with hers. Plus, there were other kids in the neighborhood who had their own Big Wheels and would let me ride them now and again.

There’s really not a whole lot you can say about the actual product. It was made almost completely of primary-color plastic, had one of the most uncomfortable seats imaginable (especially when you were jouncing along on rough pavement), was nearly impossible to peddle if you were one of those unlucky “growth spurt” victims, and should have probably been targeted by Ralph Nader for its “unsafe at any speeds” ability to flip, skid, roll, or in some other way bounce you in violent and painful ways if you use the handbrake at the wrong moment. And, let’s be honest, nearly every moment was a “wrong” one when it came to the Big Wheel.

Then again, that handbrake action was what made the Big Wheel so awesome. If you figured out how to do it just right, you could yank the brake, lean into whichever way the trike started to pull, and send yourself spinning down the street, joyfully oblivious to surrounding friends, pets, or the random oncoming car. This was early roller coaster glee for those of us not yet tall enough to ride the real things.

True the Big Wheel could in no way outclass my Sweet Thunder, but it was definitely an integral part of growing for almost every child of the 70s and 80s. Sadly, the original company that produced Big Wheel went out of business in 2001, but a Cedar Rapids-based company picked up the trademark and re-launched the product in 2003. You can read up on the history here as well as see a couple of cool Big Wheel shots, including the one above.

http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/HjTAA_da97w?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6

Big Wheel Bonus

While searching for images for Big Wheel, photos of Tori Amos kept popping up. I couldn’t figure out why at first…then I remembered that she had a song called “Big Wheel” on her studio release, American Doll Posse. Here, then, is the video for “Big Wheel.” Sorry, no actual Big Wheels are shown in the video.

http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/fKq6IVL64qc?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6

Flashback Friday: Debbie Gibson

Holy Flashbacks, Batman! It’s the return of Flashback Friday!! And the return of Loba (who has a lot of ‘splainin’ to do for disappearing from the lair with nary a peep to my peeps as to where in the world Loba San Diego was heading this time…no worries, denizens, a pictorial explanation is imminent).

I’ve mentioned this before in passing, but it’s time to officially come out of the closet: I am a HUGE Debbie Gibson fan. Yes, am. Not was. There are many musical obsessions from my youth that I have gladly released to the ether of adolescent missteps (please don’t mention NKOTB to me; I will plead the fifth). But Debbie Gibson still makes me happy. Happy enough, in fact, that I’m listening to her right now as I write this post.

Hers was a syrupy-sweet, infectious sound that slipped between your bones and candy-coated your heart hot pink. But it was her sound; even at 16, she was writing her own music. In fact, according to that scion of inscrutability Wikipedia, she “remains the youngest female to write, record, and perform a #1 single to date” for her song, “Foolish Beat.”

Her outfits were never salacious, but always cute and oh-so-80s: high-waist stone-washed jeans with ripped knees, primary color blazers with shoulder pads built for tackling, Sun-In-streaked hair with scrunchies and bandanna headbands, friendship bracelets and Swatch watches (the more the merrier!), vests, ruffled skirts with belts as wide as possible, and those trademarked-for-total-cuteness-overload fedoras. She doodled faces on her knees and hugged teddy bears in her videos. She never spun around a stripper pole or was arrested for cocaine possession. Her biggest rival was Tiffany, but they never fanged each other in tabloids or tried to kill each other. They just tried to outsell each other in concert tickets and albums.

I know she prefers to be known as Deborah now. She also prefers to pose in various stages of undress and make really strange SyFy movies that pair her up with her former musical rival.

Okay, honestly? I was excited when I first heard about Mega Python Vs. Gatoroid. I expected it to be a cheese of gargantuan proportions, possibly even surpassing the schlocky greatness that is Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus. The clip that SyFy chose to release of Gibson and Tiffany’s cat fight, however, was ludicrous and offensive. Obvious tweakage and unnecessary overuse of the word “bitch” were both huge deterrents that ensured I would never find out who the ultimate winner of this ongoing playful feud was. Also, the last line of this clip was too ham-fisted, even for me.

Regardless of what she prefers to go by or what she prefers to wear (or not wear) now, Debbie Gibson is forever burned into the memory bank of my Electric Youth. And looking at my music collection, she’s also probably the girliest musician on my iPod (minus the soundtrack to The Little Mermaid…ahem).

http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/cOoIlN5S0hY?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6

Flashback Friday: Mr. Yuk

We weren’t the brightest generation sometimes, denizens. I had a friend who used to eat toothpaste (okay, it wasn’t a friend; it was me), and another friend who once hid under the kitchen sink to drink Tylenol cold medicine straight from the bottle (now that was a friend; I only ever drank Robitussin from the bottle). And, as I’ve confessed here before, I once stuffed bean bag beans into my ear for a still-unknown reason.

Nope, definitely not the brightest crayons in the box.

So to help us along, the Grups came up with this guy: Mr. Yuk. This was a sticker campaign that was started in 1971 by the Children’s Hospital of Pittsburgh. What I didn’t realize until just now was that the hospital started the campaign because of the fact that children in Pittsburgh didn’t fear the standard skull and crossbones icon that usually appears on poisons. Why? Because the Pittsburgh Pirates baseball team used the Jolly Roger as their mascot.

See? I’ve always told people that sports were harmful.

And so Mr. Yuk was born. And, boy, did he spread quickly. I think a Mr. Yuk PSA ran almost every commercial break on the syndicated stations. He was in every friend’s house, on every toxic cocktail in der kinder‘s reach.

He even had his own theme song:

I can still see our Mr. Yuk sticker, putrid chartreuse against the brown touch-tone phone in our kitchen (I mention that it was touch-tone only because we still had rotary dial phones in the house at that time; yes, rotary phones…we used them to order pizzas that we then rode our dinosaurs to retrieve). And, yes, I know that the stickers were supposed to be placed on things that were potentially poisonous and could make you sick. The fact that I stuck it on a phone should tell you a lot about how I feel about phones.

Mr. Yuk still exists and is showing no signs of going away. He even has his own Facebook page. He also shows up in popular culture from time to time, his immediately recognizable grimace and nuclear tan eliciting a giddy squee from those who grew up heeding his warning (or drinking the things he was on anyway because they loved him so very much…again, not bright).

I love that the children’s hospital has a Mr. Yuk online store. I admittedly perused it, looking for something Yukkishly delightful to add to my geekanalia. Didn’t really see anything that fit the bill, but now that I know such things exist, I feel edified in a celestial way…