I was in eighth grade and had just discovered music the year before. And when I say, “discovered music” I mean music that people were releasing just then, the music that would become “my” music. Until mid-seventh grade, aside from an infatuation with Michael Jackson and a flirtation with Huey Lewis and the News, I preferred music from the oldies stations which were, at that time, playing music from the late 50s and early 60s. But when I decided I did like modern music, I took to it like a duck to water and formed strong opinions about a lot of things. I came home one day after school to find my brother watching this video, which at that point was about four years old.
Where I match a song to a specific memory.
“I just figured out who Eddie Van Halen is,” my twelve-year-old brother announced.
“He’s the lead singer.” I, the music expert announced.
“Nope. That’s David Lee Roth. Eddie Van Halen is the guitarist.”
Huh. Outsmarted by an elementary school student, I filed that information away: “note to self, Van Halen is named for the guitarist, not the singer.” Of course, by 1988, David Lee Roth wasn’t even the leader singer of Van Halen anymore. But I would find that out on another day.