Lest you think I’ve found better ways to spend my time, this little ongoing series of my adventures pillaging dusty old periodicals continues!

Terri Garr

Teri Garr is so cool. Also I want an applause sign (February 17, 1983).

dustin hoffman

I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t like Dustin Hoffman. (February 3, 1983)

bowie shark

Bowie shark.

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Ooh bad boy Petty tearin’ up currency (February 3, 1983).

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Petty tour ad from the January 6, 1983/December 23rd, 1982 double issue.

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Sigh. Elvis Costello also in that double issue.

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Jumping back to 1972 with this Bowie cover. Dig that headline.

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Now that, is a rock star. Same issue as above, November 9, 1972.

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November 9, 1972. I had no idea Martin Mull was ever so big. I think my only reference point for him was his stint on Roseanne. Which perhaps sells his career short, meaning no short shrift to the brilliance of Roseanne. He was annoying in that role though.

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Pardon the blur; I guess Bowie makes me unsteady. The caption: “Bowie in New York: “America is the loneliest place in the world”. January 18, 1973.

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Poco ad, January 4, 1973. Funny how once you discover something, it pops up in your life again.

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Certainly not just a children’s book author. January 18, 1973.

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Look at Zappa in that sweater vest. March 15, 1973.

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Poor Ronnie. March 15, 1973.

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I love illustrated ads. So rare these days. Also March 15, 1973.

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Words to live by. April 26, 1973.

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Trippy ol’ Todd, May 10, 1973.

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Kim Fowley, May 10, 1973.

And now, back to the 80s.

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How have I not seen this movie? August 19, 1982.

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Be still me heart. Joe Strummer. Same Tron issue.

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Worlds are colliding!

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I’ve got to keep up the Hall and Oates quota around here. November 11, 1982.

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Bittersweet. From the October 28, 1982 issue.

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Just a coupla cover boys. E.T. July 22, and Sly July 8, 1982.

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Laurie Anderson in that July 8th issue too.

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I couldn’t agree more.

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Ach. I love these two. June 24, 1982.

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I would’ve hit that. June 10, 1982. (Do people still use that phrase?)

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Let’s end this post on a high note. As high as the hemline of Brokaw’s shorty shorts:

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Guaranteed Happy Sara

From Saturday Night Live 1977 controversy…

to total vindication in 1999. He took quite a risk on his first appearance, and it paid off.

Though it can’t be overlooked that he did serve as the musical guest in 1989. Unfortunately there doesn’t seem to be much evidence online, aside from this promo:

Sigh. I love Elvis Costello.

Little Triggers

Say what you want about the Sex and the City movie, or the franchise, but there is something irresistible about it. Whenever I watch the movie, the part that really makes me weep is when Samantha gets Carrie to finally eat something, in a darkened honeymoon suite in Mexico. Yeah, the horrid escape from the site of the would-be wedding gets me, and the scene on 42nd Street, when Carrie smashes her bouquet into Big’s face incites tears. But the real gut wrenching material is based around the friendship. I hope I can someday experience friends taking care of me in my darkest hour. I’ve had pretty low points in my life, and friends have comforted me with conversation, usually over the phone (I have a knack for making friends in far away places), but I wonder how it would feel to have a friend physically care for me.

I know how it feels for the relationship rug to be ripped out from under your feet. Sure, I wasn’t left at the alter – thankfully it didn’t get that far – but the promise of forever, whether it comes with a ring and a dress, or a tartan blanket and a forget-me-knot ring, still burns like acid when it becomes the sudden reality of never. I wasn’t in the position to escape my reality with a vacation in Mexico, like Carrie. Instead I went to work everyday, caring for preschoolers. Going through the motions, all I can remember is working and going home and getting into bed. I lost a lot of weight, which was anything but necessary. In addition to consoling words from friends on the phone and online, there were those in person, from relatives. But it really stunk that I was just sort of expected to suck it up and carry on with life. It was almost like everyone was waiting for my silly international love affair to be over. Not that they’d thought it was too good to be true, but rather that it was frivolous and too impractical. That things like that don’t happen to girls like me.

I wish I’d had someone there who could help me process the pain in person. But as with most things in my life, at the core of it, I had to do it myself. Not that I think I’m really done processing it. I might never be.

Sometimes when I think about what my life could have been, I land on what the root of that could-have-been was – taking risks. I took a risk when I went to Scotland. I took a risk when I asked him out. I took a risk when I let myself fall for him. I took a risk when I packed up what I thought I could live with for a few months and ventured abroad with a one-way ticket. At times, the rewards to those risks were immense. At times, they were dreadful and sobering (never again Heathrow, never again).

All that has helped is the passing of time. I’m not sure I am wiser. I am fairly convinced, however, that I need to get back into the business of taking risks. I’ve nursed my wounds long enough.

In Which a Person Continues to Long for Eras She Did Not Live Through*, vintage Rolling Stone Magazines Part 2

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I mean..

Springsteen. Speechless. (1974)

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Well, well, well. Who knew Casio was so ahead of the game with sleek ‘credit card-sized’ portable music devices? What I want to know is if they came with a headband. And how much radiation they emitted. (1985)

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Feeeeeeeee-eeed the Wooooorrld!

I can’t even with this spread. A BEARDED Elvis Costello, top left, and George Michaels’ captured while dueting with Elton John? Stop it. (1985, duh.)

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1985 really had everything.

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A little John Cusack and Martin Short. (1985.)
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Lily F’in Tomlin (1974)
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Always the best graphic design. (1974)
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Lou Reed and Grace Jones shilled for Honda?! (1985)
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A fresh-faced Aimee Mann, long before The Both. (1985)
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Koala Costner (1985)
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Benetton. I had to. (1985)

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Classic. It’s too bad that Converse is such a vile enterprise now. (1985)

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What must it have been like to be aware of popular music when Prince hit the scene? *I was an embryo. (1985).

Yes, I bounced between 1974 and 1985.