As many junior high transplant non-sports-playing introverts, I was un-cool. Music listening became an obsession of mine; a way to create my own fantasy world with my fantasy boyfriend, Corey Hart. Perhaps it’s a good thing that the Internet had not been invented because I probably would have been up late at night watching the videos for “Sunglasses at Night” and “Never Surrender” non-stop . Luckily it was a time when MTV only played music videos and Corey Hart was in heavy rotation . Also a time of magazines such as a Teen Beat, Tiger Beat and BOP , which during Hart’s brief popularity provided fantasy – crush hope as well as poster pull-outs that I plastered to my wall. Even though the teenage popularity tides changed quickly, and Hart was replaced by the more popular Coreys – Feldman and Haim – I stayed true to MY Corey.
First Offense, Boy in a Box, and Fields of Fire were on constant cassette tape rotation, I proudly wore my Corey Hart badge buttons on my bleached jean jacket, and I made a Corey Hart scrapbook. I had an intense feeling that if Corey Hart and I did not marry, we would at least become good friends.
However this obsession was turned into a “secret” upon moving to Minnesota. My first boyfriend introduced me to the Replacements, Suburbs and Husker-Du, and I became a Midwest punk with a secret pop-rock love raised on Rock-n-Roll. The first boyfriend and I broke up after a few months, not because of Corey but I think partly to due with the boss;my most treasured Xmas gift that year was the cassette box set of Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band/1975-85. “Growing Up” was my secret anthem while I publicly wore all black, had a punk haircut of many colors, and slam-danced to the Violent Femmes.
But I really never gave up on Corey. When I was 21 and working in New Mexico for the summer one of my best college friends won tickets from a local radio station in Minnesota for a private party with Corey
Hart; I am still jealous to this day. And if you are ever out in public with me and “Sunglasses at Night” is played on the radio, expect an excited spaz dance reaction combined with the “shush” signal of my pointer finger to my lips.