It’s 1981 – You’re A Teenager – You Live In L.A. – The Party’s Just Getting Started – Jed The Fish Is The Voice Of Your Conscience –
Ah, the 80s – wretched excess, padded shoulders and electronica. The Strip is your refuge and Madame Wong’s is your salvation and the party’s just getting started. You can’t make up your mind if you like Blondie, The Police or Anthrax- you have choices. You’ve also discovered how weird it is to be up for three days straight and notice, for the first time, that those birds chirping at five in the morning can be really annoying. And you’ve had your first hangover – you aren’t exactly sure how it happened but suddenly your mouth feels like the Russian army slept in it and your head is on a crash-course to explode and even your hair hurts.
But it was fun and you promise yourself you’ll do again next weekend. Your best friend gives you pointers – like snorting water to make the Philadelphia Marching Powder last longer – sleeping with one foot on the floor to make the room stop spinning – eating a loaf of Wonder Bread before you go out at night. Useful hints that might help you maintain because your friends are getting grossed-out when you hurl on the sidewalk.
And you got your first Fake I.D. – sez on the card you’re twenty-three. Also says your name is Fatima Muhammed and you were born in Tehran, but you don’t think anyone will notice, because everybody’s getting carded anyway and the bouncers really don’t care.
Yep – the world is loaded with possibilities. You dial hop between KMET, KNAC and KROQ and you’ve been getting ideas from MTV. And maybe, just maybe you’re going to get a tattoo this year. You aren’t sure what kind, but you know your mom is going to kill you if she sees it. Where do you hide a tattoo?
Oh, the choices.
And while you’re considering those choices, you have Jed The Fish with his special guest Danny Elfman from Oingo Boingo to listen to.
Crank it up.