(Yet another brain-teaser from Tell-Tale Heart/Town Crier Ray Brandes: Let’s reassess the decade we were too cool to live through the first time!)
Like many idealistic teenagers who had grown up in the ’70s, I looked forward to the dawn of the 1980s. The music of the new decade would be aggressive and forward-looking but rooted in the coolest sounds of the ’50s and ’60s.
The punk revolution would start to bear fruit; the material excesses of the late ’70s would be a thing of the past, and a new era of social justice would see the eradication of poverty and war. It would be my generation’s chance to distance itself from the Boomers and their self-righteous bombast.
Then, beginning with the inauguration of Ronald Reagan on Jan. 20, 1981, reality began to sink in. The future marched to the beat of evangelicalism, nationalism and elitism. It had an MBA and drove a BMW. It wore a mushroom haircut, mom jeans and shoulder pads. “The Final Countdown” played in the distance.