When I was a much younger woman, these were The Go-Gos I knew and loved:
I even once sang "Vacation" at a company picnic in front of all my colleagues; two of the guys I worked with were part-time musicians, and when the boss found out we all had some musical talent, he pretty much ordered us to form a band and entertain the troops, so to speak. My God, that was fun. Wish I had it on video!
And the Go-Gos were at their peak then in the 80s, and their music defined the era (hey, remember the opening credits of Fast Times at Ridgement High and "We've Got the Beat"?)
Nowadays, things have changed. In our house, THESE are the Go-Gos that count:
These little plastic characters, also known as Gogo's Crazy Bones, are the latest "collectible" craze according to the Little Guy (they've been around longer than he's been alive but they're hot with the kids around here). They cost 1.50€ for a pack of 3 (and you get some stickers in the pack as well). Instead of getting up and jumping around on a dance floor wearing a mini-skirt and over-permed 80's hair (yeah, that was me), I now find myself sitting on the living room floor, cursing my aching joints and back, while I play some strange game, a little like playing marbles, where the rules seem to evolve constantly.
Just more evidence of how my life has changed. The Little Guy's never even heard of the band, and he couldn't have been more bored when I tried to get him to watch these videos. Silly me.
It's fun playing with my step-son and making him happy. But I still prefer MY Go-Go's. You can dance to them.
