tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558055401220732192.post4502064340279312391..comments2023-10-01T11:24:45.430-04:00Comments on So Hip It Hurts: in deepest suburbiaVinny Verohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11167457760151973169noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558055401220732192.post-18128985504581763832010-02-17T13:26:53.125-05:002010-02-17T13:26:53.125-05:00@REVO - When I talk about getting misty over MTV, ...@REVO - When I talk about getting misty over MTV, I'm only ever referring to the golden years from 1982 through 1986. I have no love for anything on the channel after 1987 other than "120 Minutes".Vinny Verohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11167457760151973169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558055401220732192.post-825886996075189392010-02-17T13:11:02.606-05:002010-02-17T13:11:02.606-05:00MTV was like video crack for the first 18 months t...MTV was like video crack for the first 18 months that I had it, starting back in Fall of '82. I used to sit around at home with a tape cued <i>at all times</i> in the Betamax! The day your Journeys, Fleetwood Macs and Bruce Springsteens started making those newfangled "rock videos" to steal airtime away from superior British bands (who were at their "New Pop" peak even if they didn't know it), it was all over. The Sunday night ghetto of 120 Minutes soon became the only thing to watch. The 2nd nail in the coffin was regularly scheduled programming; your Just Say Julie's, your Liquid Televisions, and especially your Remote Controls, which committed the second sin of introducing Adam Sandler to the world. I didn't stick around for the 3rd through <i>nth</i> nails in MTV's coffin. So misty eyed... yeah. But I'd have to go waaaaaaaaaaaay back for that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com