pedestrian saga

We were all about the wholesome Sunday morning entertainment here, at least until Greasy Kid Stuff on the radio somehow slid into Tone Loc and Eazy-E on the tape deck. Next thing you know, the honkies have invaded Compton.

(If Tipper Gore were here, she’d slap a parental advisory sticker on the following links, kids.) Nina Gordon does N.W.A., and The Gourds are sippin’ on Snoop Dogg’s “Gin and Juice.”

All the honkies in the house, say, “Hey!” And then go outside and play.

Man, the creators of this deliciously awful Reagan-era War on Drugs music video were way off. Having now seen that the David Hasselhoff poster in my bedroom might spring to life and serenade me, I’m actually more tempted to try drugs! But don’t worry. I’d probably just get hooked on a feeling.

Why didn’t I get to star in this video? Alas, in 1985-1986, it would be a few more years before I hit my faux-goth, sulky girl, teenage years, and I just didn’t fit the part. I was, however, a huge Whitney Houston fan at that time. I used to don my leotard, tights, and leg warmers, play her exotically orange debut album on the record player, and make up dance routines to “How Will I Know?” in my dad’s living room.

Nostalgia trip courtesy of boingboing and Scott, who lovingly shares the best of that burgeoning blog when I can’t keep up with it myself.