And I kind of miss the token heavy metal guitar solo that was in nearly every song, even soul or R and B music. Dramatic strings that invariably ended in some dominant seventh were also a hit maker. Think Michael Jackson. Almost always some back and forth two chord thing and then dropping it down a half to a dominant seventh. It's ok. We have it all recorded if that's what we are into. Let the talent of now slowly fade into the talent of yesterday. Then we will appreciate the...whatever is happening now.
Back to the shoulder pads. When I was young, I didn't understand what a dominant force my mother was. She was beautiful. As one of the family friends put it, "You could go all month without seeing someone as good looking as Michelle". And that's merely where her beauty started. I think it may have ended with sport coats with shoulder pads though.
Both of my parents were stereotypical eighties people. My dad always wore nice suits and had that slightly pompodored, straight back hair. He drove around a '63 Corvette, and hell, he may have even walked around with a toothpick in his mouth. Mom wore what you saw every extra in every 80's movie and show wear. That power suit of a skirt or pants and a shoulder padded sport coat. She came home with that familiar slightly sweated in wool. Damn. I miss mom.
I didn't plan on talking about mom here, but her magnetism just mandates that I push on. She could do anything. And did. I was telling a friend the other day about mom and how you shouldn't have doubted anything she said she would or could do. She converted a single story house into a two story with plumbing and a walk in closet in the second story. Pfft. She turned our garage into a guest house/dark room. Ya, she was a photographer. Talking about her new macro lens and aperture priority. I don't know if contemporary photographers need that technology to snap a good shot, but back then it seemed more to me like witchcraft to get from camera to a beautiful shot. And she was the witch doctor.
I miss mom and her shoulder pads. I miss the eighties and their shoulder pads and curls. Maybe it's only because that's when I had the fondest memories of my family, being together and so in love. If it's as simple as that, it's fine with me. The two best people I could even imagine were at that point the center of my world. I was the center of theirs. If no eye has seen and no ear has heard what awaits God's children, then I can't speculate as to their frame of mind now. I can say that they figure prominently in everything I do. Some people resent their parents and their style. Some only come to appreciate them later. I have fully loved my parents for all the days from my beginning till now and will continue to do so until I cease to exist.
I will love them forever. Funny what a set of shoulder pads in a coat can dredge up huh? Let me tell ya.