Music Monday – When They Made It Seem Easy

This blog post stems from a conversation I had with a friend the other day. We’re in our 40’s now which means we were teenagers in the 80’s. Music was loud and fun and in some ways very suggestive and in other ways very blatant in the meaning and message. Love meant sex in songs. It didn’t matter if it was pop or metal. A lot of it was about sex.

“For sex and sex I’d sell my soul, All in the name of, All in the name of Rock”, sang Vince Neil, the front man of Motley Crue…

They and others like them sang about the glamour of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. They sang about the pitfalls too. They weren’t much older than my friends and I at the time and they made it seem so easy for the teenagers like us to get at the rockstars we idolized.

Yeah, they sang about 15 and 17 and talking dirty and cherry pie… But WE were 15 and 17 and wanted Bret Michaels to talk dirty to us, and many of us would’ve given it up to Warrant or a dozen other bands if we’d gotten close enough to the bus or the hotel. Many of us did.

We, the teenagers in the 80’s, were the target market for 80’s glam metal…

They lyrics were scadalous, the leather tight with cocks outlined perfectly, and the beats were infectious. I wouldn’t trade any of it for anything. I mean really, where do you think I got my taste for tattoos, piercings, and leather clad bad boys?

Music today is just as suggestive, the beats just as infectious if you know where to look and who to look to… The leather isn’t as prevalent anymore, now it’s casual and jeans, but hey, if you’ve got an imagination…

What about you? What did YOU listen to as a teenager?

~lissa

Music Monday

LissaLogoYellow_reasonably_smallI’ve been working on Eli’s Promise (male/male) edits over the weekend and writing on Slide Down On Me (contemporary erotic). Working on two such different books is hard sometimes, but music helps me differentiate the moods and the tone I’m going for.

And yeah, there’ve been a lot of 80’s classics going through my earbuds. Glam rock. Pop Metal. Hell, I don’t care what anyone calls it. It was fun. It was sexy. It was pushing a line and pissed off Tipper Gore on Capitol Hill. It was also when MTV was about the music, the videos, the bands and artists.

And to 15-19 year old girls in the mid-late 80’s…these bands were everything. At least where I was from…

We definitely liked a little Poison…

And a little Great White…

I never went in for the lead singers either… I always wanted the bassists with the exception of former (maybe, who the hell knows) Bon Jovi guitarist Richie Sambora. Damn that was a hot man… Still is.

But music sets a mood for a book, at least for me, from beginning to end. And when a reader comes to me and says that they can hear a particular song when they read a book of mine, and it’s the one I was hearing when I wrote it… That’s flippin’ cool.

Have a great Monday, y’all…

~lissa