There’s a unique magic that old songs from the mid-80s to the early 90s hold for me. For me, they are more than just tunes; they are a time machine that whisks me back to the cherished memories of my teenage years. These songs have an uncanny ability to stir emotions, evoke nostalgia, and transport me to a bygone era when life was simpler, less stressful, and dreams were limitless.
These timeless melodies which are often played on the radio station Lite FM around 9 PM and onwards create a bittersweet tug-of-war between the urge to stay awake and the comforting embrace of slumber. They transport me back in time, making me long to relive the carefree days of my teenage years.
The clock ticks past 10 PM, signaling bedtime, yet the allure of these old favorites keeps me awake. Lite FM becomes a haven where the songs I grew up with come alive once more. Despite the heaviness of my eyelids, I can’t resist the temptation to stay up just a little longer to savor the music that fills the airwaves, just to relive the good old days for a little while.
As the songs from my teenage years fill the living room, they carry me on a journey back to a simpler era in Ipoh. It’s as if I can see the faces of my classmates, my parents, my brothers, and my house in Ipoh, relive the laughter that once echoed in my teenage hangouts, and feel the rush of emotions that accompanied my first crush.
Listening to these songs can be a bittersweet experience. They conjure up a longing, a desire to turn back the clock and relive those precious years. To once again navigate the maze of adolescence, experiencing the heartaches, joys, and discoveries that shaped the person I’ve become.
For many, the mid-80s to early-90s were defined by iconic artists like Steven Bishop, Air Supply (my top favorite until today), Peter Cetera, Richard Marx, Tommy Page, New Kids On The Block, among others. Their music was the soundtrack of my youth, and their voices continue to enchant me, stirring emotions that are as vivid today as they were then. The lyrics and melodies of their songs have an enduring quality that transcends time.
As the night deepens and sleep beckons, I eventually tear myself away from the melodies that have held me captive at my desk, next to the radio. With the last notes of my favorite songs lingering in my mind, I finally surrender to slumber and can’t wait to turn on the radio again the next morning.
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