On my TV, a program popped up that featured music videos from the 80s. I began to watch one after the other, and I steadily sank deeper into melancholy quicksand. Those days were filled with challenges and successes, broken hearts, aches, and missed opportunities, which echoed in my mind. Devo's "Whip It," I Think I'm Turning Japanese, "Video Killed the Radio Star," "Everyone Wants to Rule the World," and "I Love Rock'n'Roll" were among the songs that made me so sad.
I glanced at my wife sleeping on the sofa, knowing her mind can not recall these songs and the times we walked on a beach or a boardwalk, maybe took a winter ride as songs played. Hanging on the wall, my guitars are silent now. Recordings and photos were tucked away as if on another planet. All this caused an ache in my heart that refuses to go away.
Yes, the big mistake is that I watched and listened, and now I wrestle with all these memories alone in the dark, with a slim chance I will ever find happiness once more.