Back in the 80s, I spent an awful lot of time and energy Demonstrating How Different I Was.

One of the big ways this showed up was my active denigration of most popular music. This is especially funny in retrospect, since one of the nice things about being an adult is being comfortable with the fact that 90% of the time, music is just background noise to me, and I don’t have very strong feelings about it.

So, back in the 80s, I would sooner have tried to eat glass than go to a Lionel Richie concert, and if someone had suggested it, I would have ruthlessly mocked the idea.

Also? At the time, I probably could have named at most 2 Lionel Richie songs. I did not know that he was a member of The Commodores. I could not have named a Commodores song if my life depended on it, and if pressed, would probably have confused them with The Temptations. Or maybe The Four Tops.

As she has been doing for the entire time we’ve been together, Jill’s love of music, especially 80s music, has broadened my mind and my experience, and also been quite the education.

It turns out that I like a lot of 70s and 80s pop music! Who knew?

Here’s where it gets really funny, not to mention embarrassing. I learned something at the amazing and extremely fun Lionel Richie concert that Jill dragged me to this evening. Brick House is a Commodores song!

Yeah, I figured you knew that already. But me? Not so much. So there you go, it turns out that there’s a Lionel Richie song I love, and probably even loved in the 80s.

Incidently, Jill has also dragged me to see Madonna, Cyndi Lauper, and Prince, speaking of 80s artists I didn’t appreciate at the time.

But now? It’s time to appreciate some sleep.