In an attempt to keep with modern music and what the kiddies are listening to, I recorded ABC1's Rage, a young peoples' tv music programme. It was a special broadcast, the Silver Jubilee edition, and I figured they might have some good stuffs on it.
If you play the brief clip below, you will understand why whoever is nearest, reaches for the television remote control when the opening theme to Rage begins. If the set is not turned off, the volume is muted at least. The beginning of Rage usually means bedtime for us. The commercial tv equivalent is when those ads start.
First cab off the rank was ACDC's It's a Long Way to the Top, filmed in our very own Swanston Street with our very own old trams trundling back and forth. That was good. Oh dear, that is thirty six years old.
How would Nivarna's track Smells like Teen Spirit be described? Is it thrash? Is it metal? How can they make music with all that long hair flying around? In spite of myself, I found I was reaching for the control to turn the volume up. Then my head started nodding. I would normally shut the radio off if such a track came on, but here I was, quite enjoying it. The visuals do help. Oh dear, that is twenty one years old.
What would the nephew and nieces think of Aunty Andrew?
Oh look, this is not too bad. INXS with a medley of Love you Tonight and Mediate. Oh dear, was it really 1987?
Wow, Mental as Anything with Live it Up. Now we are getting modern, 2003. Oh dear, that was a live performance. Back to 1985.
OutKast? Black men running around without their shirts on? Visually appealing but....well, a bit to rappy for me. Anyway, at least it is in the 2000s.
Pat Benetar with Love is a Battlefield. Nope, 1983. Jeepers!
I love this one, Send me an Angel by Real Life. So gay! So good! I don't believe it. 1983 again.
Brilliant, Madonna's Vogue. An anthem for gay men. I confess that I may have just struck the odd pose when this was popular. Still in the eighties.
George Michael, Freedom. Hmmm, I never minded the track but I didn't find GM so interesting. Of course now he is interesting. We never know which public convenience he might be found in or what drugs he has taken when he is found slumped over his steering wheel.
Brittany, My Loneliness. Spice Girls, Spice up your Life.
I'm bored now. I can only conclude Rage programmers are as old as I am and I shall remain ignorant of the modern music that the kiddies like.
Later edit: Movie Show host Margaret does the Rage scream.