Okay, I'm actually a seventies child but the eighties is my comfort zone. My teenage years were some of the best and some of the worst I can remember. I had great friends and great plans. Too bad I didn't hang on to either of them!
I am enjoying a quiet night in. Clint is at work, the kids are at their mum's, the housework can wait. I have a glass of Rum & Diet in one hand and the DVD remote in the other. It's time to get lost in some eighties nostalgia. I have rifled through the DVD collection and lined up a few eighties classics to keep me entertained this evening. Footloose, Flashdance and Lost Boys.
For me, eighties films were all about the music. It was the decade of music and dance. The storylines didn't have to be thought provoking or inspiring. They just had to fit well with the music. Watching these films again, it's hard to tell what came first, the screenplay or the soundtrack. Nearly thirty years on, when I hear one of these tracks on the radio, the scene from the film plays in my head and a smile appears on my face.
The Lost Boys soundtrack is usually one of the first albums to be uploaded onto any music player in this house. It is still my favourite and probably the least embarrasing when you pull up at traffic lights with the windows wound down.
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