Someone Save Me From the Eighties

I love music, all kinds except for country. One song I heard recently sings about a woman who has a roll around her middle, and "she's not ashamed." My musical devotion led me to a conversation with a colleague - a young one, who encouraged me to purchase my first iPod. It's a cute little thing, inexoensive too It even has my name engraved on its stainless steel clip in case I lose it, which is likely - give me time. I figured out how to set up my library and get into the store, and that's where my imagination comes to a halt. I have been listening to music since the 1960's, everything from The Supremes and The Beatles to U2 and a lot of stuff in between, but the only tunes I seem to buy remind me of my personal golden years-the '80s. I just can't get enough of The Thompson Twins and Bruce Cockburn. Oh, I know Bruce is still creating, but Lovers in a Dangerous Time - he could have sat back and never written another song - it's that great. Then there's Linda Ronstadt, The Motels, John Waite, and Bryan Ferry. When I am on my exercise bike or out walking on campus and I hear Sara by Fleetwood Mac, or Luka by Suzanne Vega, a lilt comes to my step, and it is all I can do not to belt it out along with the artist. I could download Alicia Keyes or Justin Bieber, but i fear it would throw a wrench in the iTunes store assessment of my profile not to mention that it would kill me to spend $1.29 simply to claim I possess an updated and varied playlist. I'll stay stuck in the 80's and live the consequences.