This week's vid was prompted by a recent, unexpected, and surprisingly lengthy discussion that I had with a friend about Cher. While we were boozily cackling over the awesome cheese that makes up her catalog, I waxed poetic about my favorite song of hers, "We All Sleep Alone," which I still love in a completely non-ironic way. (After all, it was written by Jon Bon Jovi and Richie Sambora, and I still love their silly little group.)
The video is another story. There is no other way to appreciate it BUT on an ironic level. It's definitely somewhere in the Top 20 list of "Most '80s Things" ever created. Cher strutting down the street with those dancers at the end? Perfection. I'm not sure if it's quite as ridonk as Pat Benatar and her troupe of runaway bar sluts from the "Love is a Battlefield" vid, but it's pretty close. I would love to see a battle between those two groups.
And then there's the Bagel Boy. Oh, Bagel Boy. How I miss thee.
By the way, this must be a very valuable video, as I wasn't able to find an embeddable version anywhere. I was almost going to settle for a version I found on some sketchy site from Taiwan or some shit, but I was afraid my blog might get malaria. Luckily, I kept searching and finally found it on AOL. But you know what you won't find on AOHeLL? Anyone under 50! (Sorry, I'm a little miffed at them for not responding to my freelance music writer application. Oh well. Consider that bridge burned.)
The video is another story. There is no other way to appreciate it BUT on an ironic level. It's definitely somewhere in the Top 20 list of "Most '80s Things" ever created. Cher strutting down the street with those dancers at the end? Perfection. I'm not sure if it's quite as ridonk as Pat Benatar and her troupe of runaway bar sluts from the "Love is a Battlefield" vid, but it's pretty close. I would love to see a battle between those two groups.
And then there's the Bagel Boy. Oh, Bagel Boy. How I miss thee.
By the way, this must be a very valuable video, as I wasn't able to find an embeddable version anywhere. I was almost going to settle for a version I found on some sketchy site from Taiwan or some shit, but I was afraid my blog might get malaria. Luckily, I kept searching and finally found it on AOL. But you know what you won't find on AOHeLL? Anyone under 50! (Sorry, I'm a little miffed at them for not responding to my freelance music writer application. Oh well. Consider that bridge burned.)
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I found myself a little bit verklempt at the intended irony of her singing this song while smooching her boy toy. I'm sure it can really be lonely at the top. Of her hair.
and if I come back in another life, I want to be John Bon Jovi's wife.
Mkay?