What the . . . Sheena Easton Video?
Today: What the Sheena Easton Video?
If you came here last Friday, all twitchy and jonesing for your weekly dose of flashback mire, you probably noticed I dropped the Pogo Ball.
You see, I wanted to post a video. I really did. But then there was this whole thing . . . and then there was this other thing . . . and then that led to this other thing . . .
Oh, it doesn’t matter. The truth is, despite all the obstacles I faced last week, I would’ve moved heaven and earth to bring you today’s video. Had I discovered it sooner.
I’d like to thank a reader from the blog sheenaeastonwannabe. After reading a comment from her last weekend, I naturally got to thinking about Sheena Easton.
I’d all but forgotten about Sheena Easton! I even had to link her name to Wikipedia right there because I was convinced you’d forgotten about her too.
What a crying shame. Especially considering how I once worshiped Sheena Easton.
I had two of her 45s as a kid — Modern Girl and Morning Train — which I continuously played on my plastic record player until they melted down into Shrinky-Dinks (which I naturally then hung on our Christmas tree). I would argue that Morning Train was the greatest skate song ever played at Skate Island since Kool & The Gang’s Celebration. The snappy beat and lyrics left you absolutely no choice but to bob and swing your arms. Eventually you’d wipe out on the rink. But I have no regrets. And anyway that’s not the point.
As you’d probably guess, all this reminiscing led me over to my good pal YouTube.
And then pretty soon I’m watching video performances of all my favorite Sheena Easton songs.
And then I land on this video, today’s WTF? feature. Which I don’t recall ever seeing before. Which is really much less a music video than a PSA on the dangers of gaming addiction.
Video games ruin lives, folks. I’m not fooling around here. I’ve written a post about it before — right here — about my own downward spiral into Nintendoland decay.
Take Sheena Easton’s boyfriend here. Boyfriend used to be an accomplished pianist. He used to wear a tuxedo. Boyfriend used to smile behind picture frames without shattering the glass all over the piano top.
But all that changed after he had a few arcade games delivered to his condo.
From then on, it was video games all day long. He didn’t leave the house. He didn’t shower. He didn’t wear his tuxedo and play the piano. He didn’t do all the typical things that 80s people liked to do, such as . . . watch A-Team, drink Tab, be preppy?
And that’s right about when Boyfriend put on his camouflage and started plotting against the government. It’s a sad, sad story, you see.
Although, there’s plenty of addiction blame to go around. Sheena Easton must’ve spent four hours a day perfecting those sideburns.