It remains one of the most impactful periods in music; Rolling Stone magazine called 1984 “pop’s greatest year…New Wave, R&B, hip-hop, mascara’d hard rock and ‘Weird Al’ Yankovic all crossed paths on the charts.” In one poll, 1984 ranked number four in the all-time best years of American music.
Contrast all that with today, when new music choices seem limited to country tunes or some warped version of Drake, 1984 had something for everyone. Legends such as Tina Turner, Stevie Wonder, and Paul McCartney introduced themselves to the children of the children they entertained in the 1960s. Our parents—and in my case, grandparents—had their own copies of Michael Jackson’s “Thriller,” the top-selling album of all-time that debuted in 1982 but still dominated the record charts in the spring of 1984.
The year was so cool that Van Halen named an entire album after it.
Kelly goes on to cite John Cougar Mellonhead, Bruce “Limousine Liberal” Springstain, Huey Louie, and a whole passel of others I can’t stand, excepting maybe the Cars, who are…meh, all right, I guess. Then you get a couple of old 60’s fossils in the comments declaring that THAT decades music rules, and everything else drools. I do wholeheartedly agree with Julie’s assertion that today’s stuff is utter and complete garbage, which makes it kind of ironic that the seeds for a lot of it were sown by 80s electronic, emasculated, discofied technodreck. Bottom line: ever notice how almost all of us believe the music we listened to during our formative years to be the BEST MUSIC EVER? Except for this guy:
I graduated from high school in ’83, college in ’87, and I didn’t like 80s music then, and I don’t like it now. Watching Season 3 of “Stranger Things” this week only reminds me of how much I dislike/d it.
In the 80s I was a teenager listening to the American Songbook, Big Band, Jazz, and Swing. America’s best decade of pop music was the 1940s followed by the 50s. Pop music, like everything else, took a wrong turn in the 1960s.
NOW you’re playing my tune, young feller.