I seem to be surrounded by 1980s music as of late.
My 14-year-old daughter and her bestie are currently “into” the decade’s musical offerings. They’ve been belting out A-Ha and Bonnie Tyler from the backseat of the car everywhere we go, and much to their delight, an eighties-centric band headlined a local summer concert series we attended last week. The band played several songs we expected, excluded some we hoped for, and performed a few forgotten gems. This sudden onslaught of music from my youth—coupled with the fact that next month, RiffTrax will be taking on Krull, one of my favorite 1980s fantasy romps—has conjured feelings of nostalgia for a very specific time in my life: those tender, formative years when I developed a lifelong devotion for all things speculative: science fiction, fantasy, supernatural, horror, and all the various related subgenres of the fantastical. Continue reading