There’s been a lot of hullabaloo of late surrounding the thirtieth anniversary of the release of The Empire Strikes Back with one of the cable stations showing the original trilogy of Star Wars flicks last weekend.
I must have been one of the few people that didn’t see The Empire Strikes Back in the theater.
(at least among we humans who were present in 1980)
I saw Star Wars in the theater, but, when The Empire Strikes Back the masses descended on every multi-plex like locust. The nearest city for us to see the movie was an hour away and, on the few attempts that some friends and I made to see it, all showings were sold out.
The movie eventually arrived in our hometown theater, but, I don’t think I saw it there, either.
I honestly don’t remember where I saw it.
As for the final film in the trilogy – I didn’t even get around to seeing Return Of The Jedi when it was released in the late spring of ’83. In fact, I don’t think I saw it until it was re-released to theaters in the late ’90s.
Though I didn’t see that finale at the time, I do remember the angst caused by the Ewoks, the tribe of teddy bears that lived in the forest and helped the heroes bitchslap the empire.
The Ewoks were met with the kind of harsh disapproval usually reserved for those who club baby seals or toss dwarves.
“I hated them,” Paloma said flatly when I noted how poorly received the Ewoks had been.
As they frolicked across the screen, I understood why the masses were none too fond of these furry creatures.
The Ewoks do seem to have been designed with merchandising in mind and they were a bit precious.
However, the Ewoks were also quite resourceful, scrappy, and lived in a pretty cool village of treehouses.
And no one could accuse the Ewoks of not being green – no coastlines marinating in oil on Endor.
“So, you come across a homeless Ewok on the walk to work tomorrow, and you don’t bring it home?” I ask.
“It would upset the cats.”
(I still think that, hated or not, that Ewok would be coming to our treehouse – domestic harmony be damned)
Checking back over the music that was out during this time in 1983 – when the world was learning to hate Ewoks – there was some cool stuff. I was still listening to Top 40, but the album rock stations were an increasingly popular destination and friends were also turning me on to new music.
Here are four songs from then…
David Bowie – China Girl
from Let’s Dance
Did I even know any of David Bowie’s music at the time of Let’s Dance‘s release?
I suspect I didn’t.
Not that I wasn’t aware of Bowie. I vividly recall browsing through albums – years before I really became interested in music – and being intrigued by the cover art for albums like Diamond Dogs and Lodger.
But Let’s Dance would prove to be inescapable in ’83 and, while it was the title song that was the first single and most successful track, I much preferred the mesmerizing and mysterious China Girl that I was hearing on the album rock stations.
Tears For Fears – Change
from The Hurting
My friends and I wouldn’t acquire our driver’s licenses until the end of ’83 or early ’84, so, as the Ewoks were causing such consternation, we were more distressed by our lack of mobility.
Being stuck in our small town was underscored by the occasional visit of my friend Beej’s uncle from Cincinnati. The fellow had an enviable collection of New Wave albums, EPs, and twelve-inch singles by artists we often wouldn’t hear of until months later (or sometimes not at all).
I vividly remember Uncle Dave turning us onto Tears For Fears’ debut and I’m still puzzled as I recall him describing the duo as similar to Culture Club to us.
Eddy Grant – Electric Avenue
from Killer On The Rampage
Personally, there are few songs – if any – that I so completely and absolutely associate with summer as Eddy Grant’s Electric Avenue.
Maybe it’s because it seemed to come out of nowhere as the season arrived in ’83 or because it seemed to be playing constantly – on every station almost regardless of format – throughout that summer before vanishing as we headed back to school.
Peter Gabriel – I Go Swimming
from Plays Live
I knew Peter Gabriel when he released his Plays Live set in ’83. He was the unusual singer that had implored us to “shock the monkey” during the previous winter.
As for everything else in Gabriel’s catalog – be it his work with Genesis or his previous solo efforts – I wouldn’t catch up for several more years.
But WEBN and 96Rock played the hell out of I Go Swimming and there was something about the song that resonated with me. Little did I know at the time how much of a Gabriel fan I would one day be.