Adventures in an igloo

I've always been a bit behind, for example, never caught on when other people were wearing stone and snow washed jeans and sweaters saying Rocky IV on the chest. I must say that I don't regret not having worn such garments because they were and still are disgustingly ugly. But the other day, as I decided a new era had begun in my life, I felt that I needed new clothes to match my new life.

So out I went a-shopping and I suppose I must have fallen into a time warp, because I left the mall with bags and bags of 80's inspired clothes. I didn't buy a Rocky IV sweater nor did snow washed jeans enter a shopping bag near me, but I wound up buying silver coloured carrot jeans and matching leg warmers and other stuff of the same genre. Maybe I did this because when I was grocery shopping the other day, I saw the films Flashdance and Footloose in the super cheap DVD section of the supermarket. Or maybe I'm just an uber-geek who's 20 years behind the rest of the world when it comes to clothes.

As you have seen in a previous post, I've rekindled my love affair with glam rock and this trend has now spread like the plague into all corners of my existence, I've even said hello to my very old green and blue eyeshadows (although I swore some time ago that I would never ever use them again).

This current state of things may also stem from the fact that I'm an historian and am therefore obsessed with the past. But, it is also possible that I'm not the only one obsessing with the 80s these days because I went to see the Cohen movie last night and guess what: it takes place in the 80s! I got a serious chill of happiness that ran up and down my spine when I discovered this and was even ecstatic when I realized that the main actor was the big brother from The Goonies although it was difficult to recognize him without the mullet and the BMX bike.

Let's face it people: the 80s have come back to haunt us and ain't going away- so go and dig up your old leg warmers, pointy shoes and carrot jeans and just enjoy because "in a world made of steel made of stone" life somehow seems brighter through a green eyeshadow...

I was even asked whether I had eventually wound up killing the neighbours and was now serving consecutive life sentences. Well, that's not the case as the neighbours have been so incredibly quiet since that night that I wonder whether they actually wound up killing each other after a karaoke mishap. You know people have been killed for less important reasons than missing a note in a Paul Young sing-a-long.

On the subject of bad music I must say that I'm going through a really bad glam rock faze these days. It's all about AC/DC, Whitesnake, Skid Row and Def Leppard. How can you not appreciate a band where the drummer is one-handed and the band as a whole is responsible for keeping the make-up industry alive and well. I must admit that it would have been pretty cool to be a glam rock groupie, at least for one day. On the other hand, such a groupie's cosmetic bill must have been astronomical- I mean you need a lot of make up and hairspray to outshine the MEN in the band...

So anyway, the music tip of the day is: For a feel-good-feel wipe the dust off the LP's (the big black thingies that you turn around after listening to one side) and listen to classics like Youth gone Wild and Pour some Sugar on Me. Seriously, bands that can't spell their own name, somehow are appealing to me these days, I mean LEPPARD- come on people, or maybe there's some deep thought behind the name that I'm to thick to understand. So pump up the volume and enjoy.

In other news, why did Marjane Satrapi's incredible film Persepolis lose to a film named after a French veggie stew? I don't get it, but am happy for the Cohen's- or as the Mother Unit said: "It was about time that somebody did a film on old people, but why isn't there a place for old men in there dear?" Needless to say I won't be encouraging her to go see the flick as I fear it's not exactly a Hallmark/Mary Higgins Clark take on the wonders of the bridge-playing communities of the elderly in Florida, or is it- haven't seen it myself.

Actually, I haven't seen that many of these widely acclaimed Oscar films, but did manage to see Asterix and the Olympics (not nominated for a goddam thing), which was pretty cool, apart from the cameos by famous athletes; the dads at the theatre were all laughing, but I went like: "Who? Zidane who? Is that a basketball player? Why is this funny? Who are these people anyway?"

Maybe they should have asked some members of 80s glam rock bands to do cameos, at least then I would have giggled and felt that I was hip and happening with the finger on the pulse of current events...