It is Sunday. Yep. That revelation became clear mid-afternoon today. Time is actually having its way with me. If sentence were code for Really.Hot.Man that would be fabulous. Instead, it is more like code for Really.Sucky.Migraines. Gahhhh. Both involve inordinate amounts of metre in bed. The migraine just means I am there by myself listening to my head pound.The former option would be lots more fun. I believe that I really shouldn't spend so much time dwelling on the former alternative. So, let's go on.For those of who say my last post. you acknowledge that my dad checked himself into the hospital. Turns out that he did receive a mass in his colon. They removed a part of it to be biopsied. We possess not yet gotten the results. So, will let you recognize something when there is something to know. As my brother pointed out, he and I are different people. I incline to care about things ahead of time. He waits for there to be something to actually care about. Of course, that worked to my reward in places like, say school. I really got my papers and things done, thoroughly researched, and on time. He didn't always get them done. Period. So, therein lies the difference. The thought of but not doing a paper. Even now, I simply can't fathom it. Yeah, he and I are completely different people. Hence, there is the worrier with the migraines and the non-worrier who is very healthy. Case A and Case B. Something to ponder later. After those test results come in.In the meantime, we take some 80s songs picks and an Inspirational song pick. Wow. It feels like FOREVER since this blog has blasted back into the past to hash and rehash what was burning up MTV. One place that I give to keep picking up and putting down (for those of you who weren't there or who have forgotten) is just how important being pretty was in the 80s. That went for the girls and the boys. Mostly for the boys. Seriously. Pretty boys were the cult in the 80s. Long hair. Big hair was in (for everyone) and eyeliner looked well on everyone (apparently), because everyone was wearing it! The 80s was the 10 that men rocked it out looking a bit la femme. They got to cut that long hair around and the adolescent girls swooned.Especially for Jon Bon Jovi. They really swooned for Jon Bon Jovi. And he was totally swoon-worthy. And his band wasn't too bad either. But, Jon was The Deal. Women all over The USA cried when he got married. Seriously, it was on the news. There were reports of adolescent girls locking themselves in their suite and having a day-long cry. Refusing to get out. Yeah, it was the hormones. And they probably grew up to be certifiable. But still. He was H*O*T and he yet is. 20 days afterwards and he still stops traffic. That is saying something. Mick Jagger stops traffic, too. But, it is because he is so scary looking. He has been rode hard and put up wet way too many times. Not knock The Rolling Stones. That particular stone has just rolled way too many times. Just sayin'. And he was never a witness to start.I ground the video choices for Bon Jovi to be interesting. They are nearly all concert videos. You love my feelings on that. I suppose that when you have MTV working for you, you should cultivate it. However, Bon Jovi kinda sorta does in their own way. Their concert vids aren't straight concert vids. They are mish mashed with their tour footage to make you a feeling for what they are "very" care as people. That is not a bad idea. And they too make you a feel for what their fans are like. That is an interesting look back. I am going to carry two different tacks they take. The former one is a mish mash of them "making" a video/their effects for a concert. Again, it gives you a sensation of them as people.Both of those songs came out in 1986-87. Bon Jovi was asked to do the full soundtrack for the film Young Guns and he accepted the project. The biggest hit from that film was the song Blaze of Glory. Finally, a Bon Jovi video that uses footage from the film in the video. Most big movies did this because fans loved the song, loved the video, loved the movie. It became a big circle. Each "event" helped move the former to success. The more the masses loved the video, they were probably to buy the soundtrack and observe the movie. The more they liked the movie, the more probably they were to check out for the picture on MTV. If they liked it, the more probably they were to buy the soundtrack. It was just a big old moneymaking circle.I really loved that movie back in the day. I haven't seen it since "the day." Now, it makes me itchy to see it again. Emilio Estevez really did pull off Billy The Kid. And I mean that I saw a young Kiefer Sutherland. Man, I know me some Kiefer Sutherland. I am missing 24 like a sick person misses whatever drugs crazy people take. The red pill. The blue pill. The yellow pill. Something tells me the sick person doesn't care. They only say, "Give me my pills!" Yeah, like that.You might be wondering why I am ~ once again ~ going with my Inspirational song last instead of first. Well, I am so happy you are wondering. It is because I am sticking with Bon Jovi. Bon Jovi, more or less present day. This one came out a few years ago. Really enjoy this song. It is my "don't deal with me song." And I can't conceive how big he even looks. Actually, I can. Some people just age well. Like fine wine.So, the next time someone ticks you off, just separate them to get a nice day. Bless their heart.
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