Monday, 6 May 2013

The Confessions Of A Wannabe 80s Rockstar...

I've been busy with studying all day but I have been looking forward to writing this post so much! At least if you guys don't enjoy it, I will of had fun!! I have to warn you though...it's a little cheesy.

So have you heard of that condition where you are born a girl but inside you are really a boy? Well this is quite a drastic comparison but I was born in the 90s, really I should of been alive during the 80s.


When I was in high school, kids my age were listening to 'Basshunter' and other such DJ's. Not me. I was listening to the electric riffs of Aerosmith. When kids my age were fighting for the release of a local gig ticket of some current superstar, I was wishing for someone to put me in a time machine so I could go back to watch the days of 'hair bands' in sparkly catsuits.


I was bought up in a house with two 80s rockers for parents. Literally, you name it, they've got it/seen it. Saturday and Sunday afternoon are spent either blasting out my dads favourite vinyls or my mums current attempt to keep updated with new music technologies whilst maintaining that old fashioned music taste. It's no great wonder how I ended up like this.

I want nothing more then poodles with guitars to make a come back! Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against modern rockstars. But nothing quite screams rock like a man in spandex and hair bigger then an overgrown bush. It wasn't just the image. The music really was alive. You will find me often dancing around my bedroom to Bon Jovi's 'You Give Love A Bad Name' or Whitesnake's 'Here I Go Again'. These bands were in a league of their own. Their music took you to another universe.


 So why did their style become extinct?! Over night did someone burn their wardrobes whilst simultaneously shaving their heads?! All that is left is the 'has beens' of yesterday, 'reunion tours' and Steel Panther disgracing all that was classic*shudders*. What I would do to experience a night with the presence of Freddie Mercury, to jump along with Eddie Van Halen and scream until my lungs pop to 'Livin' On A Prayer' with Jon Bon Jovi. Those guys are my idols.


I couldn't complete this post without some shameless name dropping. Summer 2011 my friend had a spare ticket to 'Slash', Yes, THE Slash of the classic 80's line up of Guns N Roses. THE Slash that sends electric volts down your spine within the first seconds of the opening intro of 'Sweet Child O' Mine'. At the end of one of the best gigs I have ever experienced, we stuck around in the pouring rain to be graced with the presence of the man himself. Still sporting the jet black curls and trademark hat. After a quick chat and a signature I was left flying high. I haven't since stopped talking about that night. Those short moments with Slash were the closest I'd ever get to the classic rockstars of the 80s. This little taste of 80s history was mine. I would treasure it forever.

My impression of the 80s could be completely wrong. After all, I'm a 90s girl. If you have any cool stories, experiences etc of the 80s, I'd be more then thrilled to listen!

Back to the 80s.

L.Bell xoxo


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