Like everyone else, I wanted my MTV. So much, in fact, that in the sixth grade I called their 900 hotline every morning to hear Martha Quinn’s prerecorded message about Def Leppard or Duran Duran or Madonna at 50 cents a call. After Greg Proctor saw the phone bill, I spent the summer before I started junior high with my four-year-old sister at the babysitter’s.
Just added to The List and the Story: Against the Eighties