I’ve never understood why, but I’ve always been one of those people who avoid anything mainstream. Atleast until it’s out of the spotlight. i wouldn’t say I’m a “counter-culturalist” or anything that severe, i just don’t dig what everyone else digs.

Everyone knows someone like this. The guy who can’t find an odd label beer good enough for him - so he learns to brew his own, the guy who was really into Radiohead when everyone else was listening to the Dave Mathews Band, or the guy who can quote any Seinfeld episode - but didn’t watch it when it was still being made.

This also happens to be the same guy you call when you need (for whatever reason) the answer to a really random question. When you’re standing infront of a jukebox wondering what song to play just before you leave to drive everyone in the bar crazy (Arlo Guthrie - Alice’s Resturant). Or you need to know what movie “is on the new release wall, before ‘R’ and contains a horse”. (I was actually asked that once, and to my complete astonishment, nailed it in the first guess -Lord of the Rings)

Ladies and gentlemen, I am one of those guys.

I am not the only guy, but i am one of them.

Rick Astley - Neva Gonna Give You Up

More to the point; Friday Rick Astley started a war. As a joke i had posted Never Gonna Give You Up on my MySpace page knowing fully, that the song was ridiculous. Oddly, i had a friend (yes, a real one) post Take My Breath Away (Berlin). This started an immediate and unintentional war.

The goal was to create “The Worst 80’s Playlist”.

Paula Abdul - Billy Ocean - Mike Reno - Kajagoogoo - Fine Young Cannibals - Midnight Oil… the list goes on and on. As cliché as possible without being mainstream. For instance; Word Up by Cameo is acceptable, however, One Night in Bangkok by Murray Head would not qualify. (because Murray head was cool and that was a good song)

The barbarous attacks launched by my newly sworn enemy, the Cutting Crew, came at stunning speeds. Dexy’s Midnight Runners were taking refuge in burned out [The] Cars and skeletal Honeymoon Suites. All the while, Oingo Boingo splattered across their innocent faces. Yes, good Men [Without Hats] were lost that day, according to the Information Society, but the OMD remained resolute, posting a not-so Quiet Riot. It was Madness.

WHAM! a sniper shot with a Red Rider.

Talking Heads exploded and were seen Burning Down The [Crowded] House on several occasions. (Did you like that one? That was a Two-fer!)

The war came to a close without Face to Face Clash, but the Kajagoogoo residuum remained After The Fire. So bad, enfacto, that all was collapsed from Chicago through Europe to Berlin, and in some cases even on to Asia.

We will pick up the pieces, eventhough everything was blown to Smithereens. May the Sisters of Mercy be with us to help put out Sa-Fire and construct a new Wall of Voodoo.