1983 was an unbelievable summer for music.
I remember it like it was yesterday...listening to WFBQ, Indianapolis' own Q95, for hours on end, laying out in Suzanne's back yard, drenched in Coppertone tanning lotion, drinking Tab (Diet Coke was still a very new product that summer).
I was twelve...going on twenty-seven. Boy crazy and made up like a cocktail waitress most of the time. Was there a better purple eyeshadow than Aziza, in those days? I don't think so. But yeah, most of the time, I was all dolled up like I belonged in Vegas, not in our humble home in Lafayette, Indiana.
Here's to thirty years ago, here's to great music, and here's to Casey Kasem: a voice every bit as cherished to our generation as the records we spun during that long, hot, distant summer.