Well, there's nothing that literally screams 1982 in New England like Billy Squier. I go in and out of these 'rawk' phases in my listening ( I am mostly a funkster when you check out my collection, but I listen to a lot of different stuff ). Lately, I've been gettin' back into this greatest hits of Billy Squier CD I have. And what's funny is this ... anyone I mention the songs to, they're like ... awe, you gotta burn me a copy a that and get it to me'. And they're right. I mean, I would never pirate music or anything, but I do believe they need to have some Billy Squier rawkin' their night out like some sorta tricked out WorcesterSide pimp. This sh!t is hawt. And you need to just let it hit you hard right in the earhole.

I LOVE checkin' out the videos from these songs too ... just a total timetrip.

And I am NOT the type a guy that lives for the past. Football and all that sh!t. No glory days w/ me in that bullsh!t sorta sense of life we've all witnessed from one seat or the other. Nope. No sir ree.

I'd a put 'The Stroke' up in there ... but most people know the primal thunder of that jaunty rawk anthem. Ya know?

I just wanna put on my rawkin' sweats + sleeveless mini-t + rawk out some universally cosmological 80s blue-lit bedroom set + walkSmash that New Hampshire danse for the entire world to see.

Rawk it Billy. Rawk me tanight!