The 80s is my childhood but also a decade exposed onto film and magnetised onto tape. This makes recollection difficult. When I listen to the album “Passionfruit”, by Michael Franks, I visualise the effect of light in different situations, settings that I may have seen in a film. There is a confusion or collusion between memories which are real (my own) and memories that are generations of the media that I’ve watched.
Even though some people consider the 80s poor taste, I love the exuberance and confidence of the era. But it is also possible that I am projecting qualities which I lack onto a time that I can no longer return to.