“Regret” by New Order was first. The next time it was “Love My Way” by The Psychedelic Furs, followed by “Another Nail in my Heart” by Squeeze. These were all songs we danced to in the 80’s at “new wave” and punk clubs in Chicago with names like Neo, Club 950, Avalon, Clubland (greatest new year’s bashes!) Exit and of course–the Lizard Lounge– that most of our friends did not know or understand, and most radio stations did not dare play for fear of reaching outside the top 40 or big-haired rock realms.
All had great dance rhythm, and we could–err, would–dance all night. On the dance floor, on the bar, on our couches at late night parties, a Christmas tree swaying in the background of one video.
And in the past two weeks I have heard ALL these songs at the grocery store!!, Trader Joe’s at least, but still. Our once-new, different music playing while shopping for Wasabi mayo and samosas and orange juice and hummus. How cliche, how old I felt, how everyday….but they all still made me want to dance. Some things don’t go out of style, for me. C