My family moved to Kansas when I was three. I don’t think most of my family had ever traveled west of Philadelphia, and so my trips back east were full of questions about what it was like in Kansas. Did we have cars? Air conditioning? What was there to eat?
Don’t get me wrong, there were plenty of differences, but as a child the primary difference between Kansas and my relatives’ homes in New Jersey was that they had Nickelodeon, but we had MTV. I was a big fan of MTV, with its flashy graphics and edgy young adults doing things like Remote Control, which I assumed had to be very clever and funny. And when videos had computer graphics in them? I was OVER THE MOON!
MTV Disco Party, 1985
I have no insight into the mind of a child, but at some point in 1985 my brother and I spilled something. You can hear enigmatic promises about righting this wrong towards the end of the appended recording. For whatever reason, I thought that recording my version of Dire Straits’s “Money for Nothing” and presenting it to my parents would make up for our mistakes.
I should note that as a six year old, I was not aware of the deeper meaning of the song, as “real men” such as Dire Straits decry the crass commercialism of music-as-advertisements and the rise of “faggots” like Duran Duran on the image-conscious MTV. I just knew there were awesome computer graphics, and neon highlights hand-drawn onto the video of the old dudes playing guitar. In the unlikely event that I one day run for public office, I pre-emptively decry whoever pulls snippets of me saying “faggot” at the age of six for out-of-context smear ads!

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