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Peter Gunn by the Art of Noise

I couldn’t tell you when or how or where I first heard of the Art of Noise. I’m going to go out on a limb and assume it was from watching MuchMusic, which had shows like The New Music that frequently played things that didn’t qualify as Top 40. I assume, since I can’t remember […]

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The Reflex by Duran Duran

Ah, 1984… wait, I mean 1985! Popular radio in Canada being what it is — what is has been a very long time, certainly modeled after the United States — tends to play chart-topping songs for a long time, sometimes too long and too much, to the point where you come to loathe and despite […]

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Get Off My Cloud by The Rolling Stones

I’ve written about my trip to the Soviet Union before. It was, for me, a highly transformational experience. It was the first time I’d ever travelled outside of North America, it was the furthest I’d ever been from my family, it was a to a part of the world where I didn’t speak the language […]

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Take Me Home by Phil Collins

You might recall the trip to the Soviet Union from my previous soundtrack post. This is related. Because this was the other end of the trip. Every story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. The middle of my trip to the Soviet Union — actually being in the Soviet Union — is an […]

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Diamonds On The Soles Of Her Shoes by Paul Simon

Paul Simon released Graceland just as I started high school. Quite a few of my classmates loved the video for You Can Call Me Al, especially the version that featured Chevy Chase. Of the videos, I much preferred Boy In The Bubble because of its side-scrolling animation, reminiscent of both video games and Monty Python […]

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Jumpin’ Jack Flash by The Rolling Stones

In Grade 11, I got a job, one I got myself instead of having it given to me. The two years before, I had been a general labourer at the company my father worked for, a shop boy who swept up after the guys who built diesel generators, helped build a contained office for my […]