A Generation in Motion
That’s truly what it was — a revolution.
The 80s were the greatest. There is no doubt in my mind.
If you didn’t live it, you just don’t understand.
It was magical.
It was unknown.
It was unbelievable.
We were carefree and footloose.
We expressed ourselves like no generation before us.
The colors were bright.
The clothes were wild.
The hair was big.
We created our own adjectives.
It was rad.
Tubular.
Far out.
It was off the wall. 🛹
It was arguably the greatest music era ever.
It was Prince.
Madonna.
Michael Jackson.
The King of Country.
You know who.
And of course, the greatest hair-band era ever.
These colorful icons pioneered the modern music we know today.
There will never be another 80s generation.
We were trendsetters.
We are, in fact, Generation X.
It was MTV, BMX, and skateboarding.
Our parents were cool.
We rode our bikes early and came home late — rain or shine.
We drank from the garden hose and didn’t know air conditioning.
We remember our first color TV, dial-up internet, and the cordless home phone.
We went from VHS to DVDs to Blu-ray.
We had it all — LPs, eight-tracks, 45s, cassettes, and the portable boombox.
The Walkman.
CDs.
MP3s.
iPods.
The music was — and still is — our heart and soul.
It’s loud.
It’s our rewind button.
A time machine that instantly sends us back to childhood.
A time when we were young and free.
No hurry.
No worries.
Before playlists, there were rewinds.
We were a generation always moving on to the next big thing, embracing technology like no generation before us.
We were hip.
We were cool.
We adapted to whatever life threw our way — never fighting it, never looking back.
Forward we marched toward the world we know today.
A better world?
Maybe.
I don’t know.
I’m not trying to live in the past.
But if I could?
No doubt — it would be 1980.
Yet that’s not how life works.
There is no going back.
And that’s okay.
Because I’m on to the next big thing.
