All posts tagged 1980’s

“Just Like Fire Would”

Published 01/18/2014 by MoonieZ

Recently I heard this song on Spotify. At first I thought it was a brand new song written by Bruce Springsteen but soon I found out its a cover of a song by the Australian group The Saints from the 1980’s. Still, it has quickly become a favorite of mine and every time I listen to it, I feel a lot more motivated to get things done.

Bruce Springsteen –  Just Like Fire Would (cover version)


The date

Published 01/02/2013 by MoonieZ

Right. This may be a total surprise to some readers, but the story has to be told. Well, it hasn’t got to be told but I feel like telling it. So I will. My blog, my rules. OK?

This is the story of the one and only date I’ve ever had – yet.

Was it a “date” date? It was. Because I did ask the girl out to go see a movie. I did it in a letter I sent. However, she then called me to set up the day and time which makes me a wimp for not doing it myself.

This happened more than 25 years ago so don’t judge me too harshly. I haven’t improved much since then. I’m still the same shy, awkward type of fella as I was then. Anyway, I was a teen of 19 so what could I expect of myself? Don’t answer  that.

I even remember the name of the movie: The Mosquito Coast , starring among others Harrison Ford, Helen Mirren and River Phoenix.

Why that movie? Simple: the girl was a fan of Harrison Ford at the time – and so was I. So the choice of movie was easy.

Why a date at all? Well, it was my idea. She accepted, even though she was already seeing some guy she had met while studying Spanish in Spain. She also knew I had been madly in love with her for a year or more and she probably had some pity for me, the eternal loser. Or, I don’t know. I never asked and she never told me any real reason why she accepted. Probably she went along because she still liked me as a friend and wanted to see the movie.

I am pretty sure it was winter when all this happened. Somehow I can’t remember what month but I know it must have been after our graduation from highschool. So that means it was probably early 1987.

Where I picked her up, I’m not sure about. Probably not at her house. Most likely we met at the train station in the city and then walked to the cinema together.  I don’t remember anything we talked about before the movie started. All I remember is paying for the tickets and feeling kind of silly when I refused to let her pay her own way. You can see where this is going, right?

In the theater, we got our seats and then I can only remember awkward silence while the film screened. At one point I looked over and noticed she was asleep. While I sat through the whole film knowing that this was as close as I would ever get to her- the girl of my dreams at that point – and  who I thought was the love of my life. Little did I know then – and now.

Had I known anything about my future in terms of relations with women, I probably would have thrown myself under a train that same night. No, I’m not serious about that last point. Things got somewhat better. Sort of.

I didn’t get to go on any more dates but I did meet some nice women along the way, even though I often thought I never would.

Not many, but a few. And a few of those few, I actually liked and even fewer I felt kind of in love with. Of course they didn’t feel that way about me. At least not any of the ones I told about my feelings. The ones I told were very few. Very few. The ones I loved were also very few.

It’s not like I go around and see some girl once, from a distance, and then fall madly in love. Not like that at all. Most of the time it takes some time and some kind of communication, some kind of friendly interaction, some getting to know her, before I will even consider the possibility of feelings. And for me to feel in love, it takes a lot more than just a hello, a pretty face and a cute smile. At least I think that’s how it works but I might be mistaken.

Anyway, I’m drifting away from the point of this story.

The point is my fear of women. I wasn’t aware of this fear at the time of my one and only date, to date, but I learned it later even though I refused to accept it for many years after learning about it too.

I mean, what grown man would want to admit he’s afraid of women? Do you know of anyone? I only know of one – me. I’m scared of women. That’s my problem.

Now I will try to make this long story short but it might still be hard to understand. This is the first time I really try to tell it so I hope you will not judge me too harshly if I don’t manage to make sense.

However, this part of the story will follow in a separate post as  it is still not written. I have been kind of lazy during the holidays and I’m still not sure what it is that I really want to tell the world about this subject.

“Idrotten” (1985)

Published 11/29/2012 by MoonieZ

Nu kommer Sören, med pärmen och pennan, redo att anteckna alla närvarande, frånvarande vid dagens lektion i idrottens ädla konst

Hq – hel-vete – han säger – sätt igång, värm upp, rör på er, ta en boll, stick iväg ut, dela lag, spela, tänk på tvåtakt, tretakt, boll i spel, ur spel, ur led är, tiden är ute, är vi, idag inne och i kylan på vinden kan ni ha styrketräning, ni som inte vill ha fotbillig träning och handboll och höjdhopp, med längd, i kulstötning efter sextio meter x hundra

Hey Sören, wanna get down on the floor?  Inte tid? Det var synd? Skadad?  – Sjuk? Få se, vad står det här då? Du har vart borta länge, kan bli problem med betyget om du inte är med –

Ska ni två gå upp och spela pingis, bra, vänta jag ska bara ordna det här så kommer jag och låser upp sen

En reservofficer – om jag sa vad min farsa varit, skulle han kanske baxna?

Order -rytanden – i det militära måste ni kunna det här, det har ni nytta av i många sammanhang

vad blir ettusentre gånger femtio – ni humanister, kan ni räkna ut det här?

Mustasch – har Sören också, hans gång är militärisk stram, stark, men han demonstrerar inte sin otroliga styrka ofta

Kanske orkar han inte –

Idrott ett löjligt ämne – utan något att lära – utom konkurrens och utslagning, av alla icke-atleter och kroppsbyggare som inte uppskattar två veckors basketbollspelande och därefter två veckor av något annat, ospecificerat i idrottsväg att syssla med, på Sörens lektioner i “hur långt man kommer med muskler” med honom själv som stolt? exempel

[Wrote this in 1985 about my high school gym teacher. If you need it translated, try Google Translate]

“Whenever You’re On My Mind”

Published 05/27/2012 by MoonieZ

This is not a new song but it’s a new favorite of mine. I only recently started to listen to the music of Marshall Crenshaw. Thanks to Spotify I happened to find his albums and immediately I wondered how I never heard of his music back in the 1980’s when I was a much more frequent listener and always looked for new music.

“Some Come Running”

Published 05/04/2012 by MoonieZ

Very happy to be able to share my favorite Jim Capaldi song with the readers of my blog.

Ever since I first bought the album back in the late 1980’s, the song Some Come Running has been among my favorite songs.  At that time I had no idea at all about who Jim Capaldi was, I bought the album because Steve Winwood was participating on some of the songs. Later I learned from my brother – the chef/drummer – that Jim Capaldi was a drummer and had a long career both as a band member and as a solo artist. Even later I started looking for more of  Jim Capaldi’s work but found it wasn’t easy to find until the arrival of the Internet and sources such as YouTube and in recent years, Spotify.

Trying out a new feature

Published 04/24/2012 by MoonieZ

I really like being able to embed songs from Spotify in my blog posts. Makes sharing and discussing music much easier. No longer have to look for YouTube links in order to share my favorite songs.

Sonny Landreth has been a favorite ever since I first heard him play on some records by Beausoleil back in the late 1980’s. Then I picked up his album Outward Bound and happened to see him perform live as the opening act for Southside Johnny & The Asbury Jukes at a small club  in Stockholm 1992.

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