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Let me preface this with a rant. I hate "retro". I don't want to hear the Greatest Hits of my Dubious Youth. I've been there. I've done that. Show me the new stuff. And I mean the really new stuff. Retro. "The eighties" were twenty-five years ago. Minimum, people. They are over. Remember when you were in highschool, and you would eyeroll at some thirtiesh or fortiesh parental person trying to deny their years and groovin' down to the sounds of the seventies? That is you, my friend.
There's an "alternative" radio station here to which I sometimes listen. Despite its flaws, it's still better than the other choices, which mostly cover "Classic Easy Listening from the Eighties, Nineties and Today! Music EVERYONE can enjoy!" Except me, of course.
Anyhow, at any rate. Said "alternative" station has a tagline which runs "The Edge. New. Music." It is invariably - invariably - followed by some fine selection off, perhaps, U2's War album, or maybe something from the prime of R.E.M. Over two decades old. It is not, no matter how much you would like it to be, "new" any more. Influential, perhaps. But over. Shed a tear, put the vinyl away, and play the real new stuff. Please.
Let us begin. Go to musicoutfitters.com and plug in the year of your graduation along with the words "Top 100." Eh bien. Then bold the items you like, and strike out the ones you don't. And tint
blue the ones you don't remember, and make comments, because you are me.Top 100, 1987
1. Walk Like An Egyptian, Bangles
This was the best song of 1987? Oh, all right. Catchy. I do still have it on my MP3 player in the "workout" playlist, so all right.
That's it? Not a very good year, was it? Where's all the good stuff, the dark alternative I jigged to at Club Zinc? Not here, apparently.