Thoughts......

I really do. About a year ago I was watching VH1's Top 100 Songs of the 80s and, later, the 90s, enjoying a godfather (whiskey and amaretto) on the rocks, and it just struck me how very many awesome videos they played over the years. I think my earliest memory of watching a video on MTV was 83's "Land down under" by Men At Work. (Though Rick James' "Superfreak" in 1981 or anything Prince did for 1984's "Purple Rain" might have been first. It's tough to remember.) As the years rolled by, videos by the Police ("Wrapped around your finger"), Michael Jackson ("Billie Jean", "Thriller", "Beat it", "Say Say Say" with Paul McCartney), Tears for Fears ("Everybody wants to rule the world", "Shout"), Madonna ("Borderline", "Material World"), Cindi Lauper ("Girls just wanna have fun") and A-ha ("Take on me") were part of the culture, the

One day, six years ago I had a dream. It was a tough time in my life. Everything seemed to be meaningless. In my dream I was in a mansion. Outside I heard the sound of thunder and rain. You know the sound. The steady pounding of raindrops against the window; the sudden bursts of thunder, preceded just barely by the flashing of light in windows. Evoking both a feel of contentment and expectation and even comfort in the monotony, the white noise drowning everything out, with the occasional explosions of sound and light to tell you how you can never get complacent. Even though it seemed a mansion replete with rooms, I only remember one room for all of them. Maybe it was the idea of 'rooms' standing for all of them. Maybe it was that weird way dreams had. The rooms were dark, except for the ambient light around the windows, especially when lightning flashed. I was searching. I don't know what for. I was lost. My very self seemed on hold until I had found whatever it was that I