The SFB

Random musings from a Gen X life lived on the edge… of nothing except Lake Erie. 70s and 80s pop culture and music.

music

  • Bobby…

    Well, Bobby Weir. Where to even begin. How are we supposed to live in a world without Bob Weir? How amazingly fucking lucky were we to have been on this fucked up planet with such a divine human being and magic maker. What a fucking privilege. I love, love, love the Grateful Dead with my Read more

  • And the rabbit hole I fell down while reminiscing about this PERFECT song. It’s the end of the world as we know it and are we feeling fine?  If you were in college in the early to mid 80s R.E.M. was everything.  I was reminded recently that It’s The End of the World As We Read more

  • The confluence of music and attraction. This is part 1 of what will probably turn into a three part saga, LOL. I have to broadcast a warning before anyone reads this. And maybe I am being presumptuous but… if I have dated you, loved you, lusted after you, or had any romantic or semi-romantic relationship Read more

  • Where have 31 years gone? A VERY blonde me in 1994. Oh my missing collagen. And eyebrows! Lol! On a recent road trip I spent a good number of car-bound hours tuned into Lithium on SiriusXM.  What a time capsule.  It got me thinking about what an absolute bounty of music came out in 1994.  Read more

  • Mysteries

    Can they be solved? Do I want them to be? Someone I sort of know a little through the wonder of social media inspired me to write about mystery. That person is a mystery to me. I have found it difficult to meet new people in real life, especially when you reside in a small Read more

  • MUSIC DELIVERY SYSTEMS

    From turntables, boom boxes, to the Walkman and the Discman, it’s back to a record player for me. Growing up Gen X, there was nothing quite as cool as your record player.  Except maybe your boom box. But listening to record albums on a turntable was the ultimate and best music experience next to an Read more

  • Feeling a little nostalgic and sentimental. And wondering where the hell thirty years have gone? As usual, I am late.  I have to work very hard to undo a decades old habit that I inherited from my lovely mother of always running late.  I am getting better….. so… Thirty years ago on June 30, 1995, Read more

  • Cap’n Swing and Magic Pants were floatin’down the street. I’ve had a thing for rock singers my whole life. I mean who hasn’t, right? Way back when I was seven years old in second grade I fell under the spell of the boy who played the part of  the Artful Dodger in the local high Read more

  • And the year I graduated from high school. I followed a thread on Twitter (I still can’t call it X) started by @PreetBharara in which he posed the question “What was the best song of 1984?”. Impossible to choose.  I have been meaning to write about the music of 1984 for a while now in Read more

  • I miss the tribal communal musical adventures of my misspent youth. Many things lead to the demise of radio, and the entire musical landscape. Many people who are way more expert than I have written about it.  But here are the things I think contributed and they are all connected. -Loss of free-form radio stations Read more