I am, for the most part, proud to have grown up in the care-free, shoulder pads n' big-hair 80's. The small part of me that perhaps would like to forget that particular decade consists of my mullet (we called it "Gretzky hair" back then), my ill-fitting/ Mom-made rugby pants, the whole lack-of-puberty-til-18 thing, and laying about in my room listening to nothing but the following musical disgrace for what must have been two weeks straight:VIDEO Special 80's selection from The Vault
It was much better back then... who added those cheesey guitar licks, huh?? Is that Lemmy he shoots in the hand?
