Huge successes then, completely forgotten now

They’re playing the auditorium at the Taipei World Trade Center this month, if you want to fly out and catch them here.

I just saw Peter Frampton at the casino. He played for 2-1/2 hours to an almost-packed audience of gray-haired baby boomers, and it was a wonderful show and a great pleasure to see that senior citizen still rockin’.

Coolio. He had a monster hit with Gangsta’s Paradise in 1995. Was at one time just as famous as Snoop Dogg.
Last I heard of him, almost 10 years ago, he was playing a free show at my college.

Old joke: Gloria Gaynor and “I Will Survive.” Whatever happened to her?

She found Jesus and changed the words, I think.

Wasn’t The Good Earth an Oprah book?

Lists compiled by 40-year-olds who were impressed by the movie when they were little kids.

Ask anyone under 30 if they’ve seen the movie. Or if they have, whether they liked it. For most, it’s not even on the radar.

Limp Bizkit

They went from hugely popular to nothing, seemingly overnight.

Whoa, Have Gun was on the radio? That I didn’t know, and will look for. I’m working my way through the TV show now on Netflix.

A major biography of Peal Buck just got published, so I’d hardly say she is forgotten. I never read this book, but my brother managed to get every writing assignment in junior high to be about The Good Earth - saved him reading time.

The TMO is very much still alive and kickingTroll— I’ve had at least one major run-in with them. But in general, the new religious movements began to lose steam after the Jonestown Massacre, and lots of them have experienced pretty crazy shrinkage. (On the other hand, there certainly are lots still around! Not to mention that the ones that have shrunk mostly still exist, just with fewer adherents.)

A propos to nothing, religions from the last century or so can be a great source of amusement.

The world of toys is a haven for fads. Tickle-Me-Elmos and Bratz should go on the list. And children’s clothes… anybody remember high tops?

My 28-year old self and my 24-year old wife both love Poltergeist (and the sequels). They’re more remembered than you think, but less popular than they should be because they got overshadowed by slashers like Friday the 13th and Nightmare on Elm Street.

Those suckers were hideous, and between the Christmas season of 1983 and the following summer, they seemed to completely disappear, erased from the cultural memory with an orbiting flashy light.

I’ve long thought that they would make the perfect subject for a Donnie Darko-esque story existential materialistic horror of the 'Eighties, causing people to not only buy shit they don’t need or indeed, even want, but that is actually offensive to look or handle.

Stranger

How about the most popular novel of the 1930s, bigger than Gone with the Wind?

I’m talking about the immortal classic Anthony Adverse by Hervey Allen!

. . . yeah.

By way of comparison, I saw Bob Dylan and John Mellencamp at a baseball stadium last night.

Kinda puts it in perspective, doesn’t it?

That said, I do still hear a lot of Frampton as I go past “classic rock” stations. He’s not forgotten in the way that, say, El DeBarge is.

:eek: Before I get a warning, let me say that this little slip is from cutting and pasting carelessly. I’m not calling the person I responded to a troll (or TM, for that matter).

He appeared as a contestant in the UK version of Celebrity Big Brother a year or two back.
Didn’t win - went back to obscurity.

Raise your hand if you used to play You Don’t Know Jack.

I disagree.

Most of the teenagers I’ve known in the past 20 years went through a *We’re-gonna-watch-*Poltergeist phase at some point. Later, they go through a *We’re-gonna-watch-*The-Exorcist phase. God knows what they watch after that… Saw, probably.

Can anyone say Boom Box?!
I didn’t think so.
No one can hear it either with those little pods in yer ears.

The Man From U.N.C.L.E. My friends and I had the biggest mass crush on David McCallum. (Robert Vaughn was supposed to be the ‘suave’ playboy type, but we just laughed at him, and not in a good way.) Ilya Kuryakin = swooooon!