I can recall watching the VERY first moments of MTV on August 1st of 1981. About 4 of us gathered at my aunts house (she had cable) and remained glued to the TV for the next several days, only taking breaks to sleep and eat and take care of normal hygiene issues or to smoke an occasional joint or get drunk. Since it was my last summer before college, I took a break from it before I went insane. After I got to school and got settled in, we had cable in our dorm, and just about everyone in my freshman dorm would sit around and stare at MTV all the time. After a while a bunch of guys noticed several things. 1) They repeated a ton of stuff. 2) David Byrne was one weird motherfucker, but we liked his music; and we realized that NOTHING was going to be the "same as it ever was" ever again. 3) We all would have sold our souls to bang either Martha Quinn or Nina Blackwood or both. And 4) MTV LOVED to play the heck out of "Fantasy" by Aldo Nova, or ANYTHING that "Loverboy" had released.
There were guys (I was NOT one of them...I had other issues) who started going around wearing the headband even. It was pathetic and scary. And I have to admit, they were okay. Again, it was during that corporate-rock period of the music industry, and they already were starting to overplay that damn "Turn Me Loose" from their first album, so the second one was a welcome change. I never owned any of their records, but thought they were okay. That is until the following spring when I came home for spring break and walked in one day while my mom was jamming out to 'Working for the Weekend" while she was running the vacuum cleaner.
Remember, my mom sang for the NY Met. She used to take me to rock, jazz, and blues concerts all the time when I was a kid. We used to sit together and listen to Pink Floyd records on rainy days. She turned my onto the Beatles when I was three.
She used to help out at this summer music clinic in upstate NY at this really cool camp. I still have a picture of me at like 5 sitting at a picnic table on the lap of Joan Baez and she's helping me stick toothpicks into some clay thing I was making, and my mom and Shirley Owens are sitting there looking on. My mom was musical cool man.
But when I saw her jamming to Loverboy while cleaning the house, I never got into them ever again.
Of course, now I'd only listen to Loverboy for the rest of my life if I could have her back for just five minutes.