Thursday, April 26, 2007

Bring it all Back

I found this comic in a drawer when I was packing up all my crap to move last year. It might be the last complete comic I've done in five years, and it's not even complete--just a scribble on some lined notepaper. Oh well, I feel compelled to post it because I sense the 80s are back on the horizon, threatening to take over pop culture in commercially horrific ways. Just like when the 70s came back in the form of Earth-tone clothes and stupid iron-on transfer t-shirts.

Guess what? The 70s sucked and so did the 80s! We lived through them and their overwhelming trends because we didn't have a choice. We were steeped in the stupidity and we loathed it. That's why there was punk rock and too many drugs. That's why there was irony and emotional disconnect. 70s = Watergate, Vietnam, soft rock, divorce, swingers. 80s = Reagan, Iran/Contra, Journey, fear of commitment, yuppies. They were dark eras so don't you go there and:

Bring It All Back

And if my mindless scribbling can't convince you to keep moving forward, then surely the following video link will scare you straight (a video so embarassing, it's no longer allowed to be embedded). Warning: the music will be stuck in your head for at least 24 hours after listening. The visuals may take longer to recede from memory. Don't say I didn't warn you. Because I did. And now it's too late. If you find yourself screaming "NO! NO! NO!" during viewing, just repeat in a calm, moderately toned voice, "It's all in the past now. It's all in the past."

Don't go there.

2 comments:

Tuckers said...

You know I must have had strong defenses, because I can't remember any Journey song, or video. I had no idea what they looked like until I saw the video. They just weren't on my radar.

Flock of Seagulls, The Cure, ABC, PIL, Dead or Alive, Roman Holiday, those stick to the neurons. When I was in Vegas in January I heard Dead or Alive four times in the casinos! Lordy.

Lisa Mc said...

In my suburban high school Journey was a constant reminder of how life could suck in insignificant, shallow ways. Girls would tape photos of Steve Perry to their locker doors and I would walk by and feel nauseated. Maybe because we were an MTV test market and living right outside of SF, but Journey (along with the Eagles) were rammed down our collective throats for many a year. At least Flock of Seagulls only had two hits. Journey just kept piling them on, one on top of the other. And people still LOVE Journey. They worship Journey. They write books about Journey. I bet they still have photos of Steve Perry taped up somewhere special (garage?). His clothes were so TIGHT; his hair was so MULLETED; his face was so CLENCHED. I guess he was hard to resist (if you're insane).