Sometimes people ask why I end these posts the way I do:
“This is Rock of the 80’s signing off for tonight — not sad, exactly… just remembering. And remembering sounds pretty damn good.”
Because that’s what this whole thing is, really.
Rock of the 80’s isn’t a museum exhibit. It’s not a list of “Top Ten Tracks.” It’s a feeling — headlights on asphalt, synths in the dark, cassette tape hiss, and the kind of songs that still hit like they were written for your life.
And when a post ends, it’s not the end of the music.
It’s just that moment when the song fades out… and you sit there for a second longer than you meant to… letting the memory do what it does best.
Not sad.
Just remembering.
And remembering sounds pretty damn good.
This is Rock of the 80’s signing off for tonight — not sad, exactly… just remembering. And remembering sounds pretty damn good.