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Being Vintage

I realize the season finale aired in June but, thanks to the beautiful invention of DVR, I saved Glee for today. Mostly, I wanted to hear Josh Groban sing.  He did not.

Regardless, I was not disappointed.  In retrospect, I realize the song choices for this season were primarily from the 1980s.

Let's recap:

Journey - Don't Stop Believin', Faithfully
Kiss - Beth and another big hair song.
Grease - You're the One That I Want
Eric Carmen - All By Myself
Heart - Alone
Bon Jovi - It's My Life
The Police - Don't Stand So Close to Me
Madonna - Papa Don't Preach, etc., etc.
Cyndi Lauper - True Colors
REO Speedwagon - Can't Fight this Feelin'
Rick Springfield - Jesse's Girl
Billy Joel
Aerosmith
Queen
Billy Idol
Olivia Newton John (the be-otch!) - Physical
Little House on the Prairie with Michael Landon ending every episode in tears.

Do you see it?  The vintage music.  It's haute.  This is my era. Am I vintage or am I haute?  Strange, I used to be striving for haute but we spelled it differently when I was singing along to Survivor and Bonnie Tyler, using my Lady Speedstick as my make-believe microphone.

Regardless, the new adjectives are preferable to the old ones; middle age.

For your happy memories and enjoyment, I present you with the ultimate vintage air band starring my favorite band with no name (as far as I can remember).  It's Boston with Ted, the janitor, Lloyd, and Turk.  Let's embrace our vintage-ness.  We are haute.

Comments

  1. Kristina P.September 17, 2010 at 6:38 AM

    Oh, crap! I don't know if it recorded this week!

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  2. CountessLaurieSeptember 17, 2010 at 6:52 AM

    I wanna be haute, but I think I am vintage...

    Can I bring back my eighties hairdo now? I had great hair in the eghties...

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  3. M-CatSeptember 17, 2010 at 10:08 AM

    That episode on Scrubs was one of my all time fav's!

    GLee's list sounds fantastic

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  4. BeckiSeptember 17, 2010 at 11:07 AM

    oh, Nance, aren't you glad we lived in the era when music made you want to be a singer and musician? this is why I listen to 103.5 on the radio. well, when i get to choose the station. my daughters love Glee and now they think I'm haute - woot woot- because I know the music. Psych also does a lot of 80's music and jokes. of course i laugh the hardest becaues i get it. thanks for the music memories

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  5. Lisa Page RosenbergSeptember 19, 2010 at 12:23 PM

    I aspire to "haute." Calling oneself "vintage" sounds better than "antique." (And in my case it's only sort of a lie. Just a fib, really. Few more years, and then I will have no choice but to go by "relic.")

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