The last two nights, I've been watching the 100 one hit wonders of the 80's. I remember lots of these from back in the day. It's funny to watch the cheesy videos. I thought they were so cool when I would sneak over to watch MTV at friends' houses.
And the hair. I had big hair, but nothing like this. Don't get me started on the guys' hair! Mullets, with teased tops. Long, with wild layers. Big and bleached. We thought this was cool. My friends had posters of these boys all over their walls and ceilings, and we spent hours talking and fantasizing about these bands with the big hair! It's embarrassing to confess.
I have caught myself laughing out loud at some of the fashions. I had forgotten about stirrup pants and bubble skirts. Or the dude in the leopard long johns! Oh, my gosh! Can you wear that? Where were the fashion police?!?
The whole idea of one hit wonders got me to thinking. Life is just unpredictable. I remember the sensationalism surrounding some of these songs. It seemed like some of these bands would be the next huge thing....but then they faded away into the distance. The stars as they are interviewed seem to have two opinions: 1. They thought they had arrived and are a bit bitter that 20 years later they are still trying to arrive or 2. How cool is it to have had a hit....that's better than never having a hit at all.
I think I want attitude number 2. I don't know what the future holds. I just want to go along for the ride and enjoy it as much as possible and do everything in my power to make my life count. But at the end of life I want to be thankful for whatever "hits" I have in my past, and not be bitter about wishing for more.