Old Enough to Forget

It was 1985, and sixteen-year-old wunderkind Charlie Sexton was making a run for the brass ring. It boggles my mind the level of maturity in his singing and playing that's on display here at such an early age. I was in my early twenties when this came out and was leaning toward what would affectionately become known as "hair metal," but I also liked a lot of new wave, Bryan Adams, and even Corey Hart (the last one more of a guilty pleasure). Meanwhile, here's young Charlie, already a seasoned player, making it all look easy. I remember hearing "Impressed" (written by Steve Krikorian, better known as Tonio K.) on the radio and thinking it was okay, but it didn't inspire me to run out and lay down my cash. I mean, I was buying a lot of stuff, but it's all relative. What you think is a lot, and what I think is a lot, aren't necessarily in the same ballpark. We also didn't have MTV; we had MuchMusic, and while they were similar, they weren't ...