Damn. When you have glory days in the eighties pop scene, is this just the de rigeur thing to do?

I love some Crowded House. I shared a love of it with a freshman that I dated as a last-semester senior in college. He had an obsession with all bands neat and tidy - and, as it turns out, pretty much every thing neat and tidy. Still, we had some good times watching the Beta version of "Eraserhead" in his dorm room, making out in his convertible Mustang, and going to see "Sex, Lies and Videotape" and "Batman" with Jack Nicholson. Crowded House provided the perfect soundtrack for those days. Innocent but edgy, tidy but energetic, over too soon but lasting too long.