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Looks more like a crime scene. Did they ever catch your kidnappers?

Ha. Thanks. I like that my dad felt the need to commemorate that moment...

Love the empty bottle just lying right on your face! I probably have some pics from high school that are eerily similar.

In 1980 I was 10, and would not pick up the guitar for another 3 years. After a brief stint at not learning to play the clarinet, it would be a few years before attempting another instrument. My first real amp was also a VT-22. Great cleans and heavy as a neutron star. Sold it a few years back to fund an 18 watt build. I do remember beginning to discover music at about that time. I remember staying up late at night to listen to "American Top 40" with Casey Kasem. While I really can't stand pop now, in 1980 there was still a fair dose of rock mixed in with the actual pop.

Ha. Yeah, very precarious parenting.

Also, someone just pointed out to me that there's a man sitting in a chair to the far right of the photo. I haven't noticed that in 29 years of avidly analyzing this shot and it raises some strange questions: If that's my dad, then who's taking the shot (tripod, might be the boring answer)? If my dad is the photographer then who the hell is that guy!?

Totally missed the dude in his PJs in the pic. Even if it was a tripod, I don't think we had auto-snap technology back then. Plus if someone wanted themself in the picture and was using a tripod and something to take the pic, wouldn't they be a bit more actively in shot? I vote mystery dude.

My childhood just gets weirder and weirder...

It was obviously a ghost. oooooOOOOOOOOOooooooo!!!!

I would say up until the early 90s, there was a decent amount of rock on the top-40 shows. I recall listening to Casey Kasem in the late 80s, and the countdown would include a big mix of GnR, Whitney Houston, Whitesnake, Terrance Trent D'Arby, Def Leppard, Billy Ocean, Poison, Debbie Gibson, etc. Lots of variety of rock and pop and dance.

Whatever happened to those Fine Young Cannibals, anyway?

Dude, you now have a mystery to solve.

And that room. I think Axel Rose is jealous of that trashed motel room in there!

Based on the pants it might be a clown. And that might make that the weirdest picture ever.

Don't forget Richard Marx!

I will never forget Richard Marx.

Pwats, that is clearly a crime scene. Did they ever catch your kidnappers?

I notice the little things....like the fact that bottom box of diapers is empty and new one has been opened, but no one bothered to get rid of the bottom box.

Apparently my captors got away (or raised me as their own, depends on the outcome, I suppose).

I like to think the family partied a little too hard and my baby self trashed the place then passed out after finishing my bottle full of scotch.

Just saw a news story earlier in the week where this 40 year old dude happened up on the fact that he was a missing child in Hawaii a few decades ago. Found out his parents are not his parents.

I would suggest checking those missing kid websites of yesteryear so you can find your paternal parents....or not

In 1980, I was twelve. Nothing much happened that year. Not untill the 8th of December. I sat down to have breakfast (this might have been the morning the 9th here in Norway), my mom turned on the news, just like any other day, and out of the radio came the shocking news: John Lennon was dead, shot, killed. That moment is 1980 for me. And it changed my life ("in oh so many ways..."). The Beatles was my first love (since I was 6), I had Paul as my favourite, but from this moment, it was John that was my man. This is still reflected in the music I write. At least in my own head.

That day, I drank alcohol for the first time. Mom and Dad went to work just minutes after the news, I still had some time before I would go to school. I really felt I needed something that I never had in my life, some kind of blowout. I took a glass or two of some dreadful sweet stuff, not with the effect I wanted, went to school, noone noticed (maybe it was not alcohol??).

And from that day, I was even more determined to quit playing the piano (because of that dreadful teacher), and start playing the guitar. Yes, I quit the piano, got a guitar, learned myself to play it. And the rest is not so much to speak about, but that was a turning point for me, and that was what 1980 was about (but I still play some piano and keys. Studio (through midi and edited only).

Cheers!

In 1980 ... I was 4. My only somewhat guitar oriented memory is being transfixed by Pink Floyd's The Wall ... my parents had gone off to some event for it and dropped us off at the neighbor's house for the night. They brought home the album and it immediately replaced The Harder They Come as the thing I liked the most in the world. As some of you may have noticed in previous threads - I was forever changed.

No pics ... my mom's not a sharer when it comes to the family albums. But keep the ones that you all have coming - these are great!!

I dunno, it worked out for Paul.

1980, started at UCSB, and started an acoustic trio called Ménages à Trois. And like Warren Zevon, I don't want to talk about it.

I too remember the Wall. I was 10, but I remember being at my older cousins for a family get together and all the older kids hanging out listening to the record. It was a little too dark for my 10-year old self. 32 years later I have a couple hundred Floyd boots and wore out a couple copies of the wall