Brian Bailey Preface to the Revised Edition

Ah...memories

Here's a random thought that came to mind today. One of my favorite, classic moments from the 1980's occurred in a quintessential suburban mall. It was 1985, during the height of the Mozart craze, brought on by the movie Amadeus. As I was walking through the mall, I passed a music stand packed with cassette tapes (hey, it was 1985). Since the mall was the main place to buy music back then (at least for someone without a driver's license), I started browsing through the racks. The soundtrack for Amadeus caught my eye and I picked up a copy to look at it.

That's when I saw a piece of cardboard taped underneath the stack of Amadeus tapes. The cardboard had an emphatic message written on it with a black sharpie (what am I thinking...sharpies only came in black in 1985). You could sense the clerks frustration in the violent way the note was written. Clearly, this was the answer to a question he or she had faced again and again, day after day. A question that, for me, sums up the 80's, even to this day.

The message read...

This IS NOT Rock Me Amadeus!!!

If you somehow missed the cultural phenomenon that was Falco's Rock Me Amadeus, AllMusic.com has a terrific summation:

It may well be the single worst pop song recorded in the entire decade of the 1980s, but there's something so wackily endearing about the utter lack of self-consciousness on display here that it's finally impossible to truly hate it.