SCREEN BEAT

The shame. The disgrace. The horror. The videos of 1987. They came. They aired. We dozed. When we woke up, the calendar read 1988. We knelt before our cable, and besides praying that our region would soon feature Nick At Nite so we could finally see reruns of Car 54, Where Are You, we asked for guidance in the always gut-wrenching task of summing up the year in rock videos.