politically pink

i find the eighties fondly melt into a heap of good songs, a handful of silly frills, and costumes that were vehemently argued to be trendy. i chuckle, do you? the summer of 82 was exactly that. there was a disco at the seaside where night after night die neue welle and new wave lingered into salty air, on which we gladly danced and pranced before rolling ourselves in wet sand. ha youth, and did it ever happen. you have got to watch this, even if you don’t remember. i'm wondering if perhaps some serious lawn mowing was going on a-here, and that chequered green & white frock? bring on the vintage, baby…! make no mistake, i was crazy about the song.