Tunesday: The Housemartins, Happy Hour

Another great band from my youth, slipping slowly into the mists of history.

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About JunkChuck

Native, Militant Westsylvanian (the first last best place), laborer, gardener, and literary hobbyist (if by literary you mean "hack"). I've had a bunch of different blogs, probably four, due to a recurring compulsion to start over. This incarnation owes to a desire to dredge up the best entries of the worst little book of hand-scrawled poems I could ever dream of writing, salvageable excerpts from fiction both in progress and long-abandoned. and a smattering of whatever the hell seems to fit at any particular moment. At first blush, I was here just to focus on old, terrible verse, but I reserve the right to include...anything. Maybe everything, certainly my love of pulp novels growing garlic, the Pittsburgh Steelers and howling at the moon--both figuratively and, on rare occasions, literally.
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6 Responses to Tunesday: The Housemartins, Happy Hour

  1. Carrie Rubin says:

    Great song and great video too. A lot of the 80s music makes me cringe (and I grew up with it), but I really like this one. It reminds me of another group, but for the life of me, I can’t remember their name. That seems to happen more and more to me lately. Sigh.

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    • JunkChuck says:

      Madness? This band broke up and some of the guys joined another band called The Beautiful South, which I never listened to but some folks said was good. This wasn’t my favorite style of music, but I had a soft spot for the biting sarcasm behind their upbeat tunes. Another Brit pop band I really liked at the time was The Smiths. I think I’ll do them next week, in fact.

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  2. Into the mists of history… let’s hope no one tries to rescue them! 😀

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  3. dayphoto says:

    It HAPPY HOUR!!! Thanks for the memory!

    Linda
    http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com

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  4. tedgiffin says:

    Have to leave a comment here. On my birthday in 1985, I took my sister’s ten speed Schwinn bike, rode several miles to an independent record shop, hung out with the college radio DJ who worked there, and listened to this record. When I got home, my dad was upset and worried about me. All in all, a good birthday.

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