I’m Tiffany. You may remember me from my post about my hairless cat (he smells like potatoes). But what I need to talk to you about today is my little brother, Joey. We, at the Empire, think you really need to see this amazing video that my little brother found in his own archives…
The year: 1989. Joey is all amped up on Christmas and sick beats, thoroughly enjoying his new Vanilla Ice cassette tape, and showing off his sweet, sweet moves (check out my drive-by cameo on rollerblades).
All this awesomesauce made me thirsty… Thirsty for your videos. Do you have a video like this? Anyone else want to share? Or are you too scared that Joey will dance your pants right off? Challenge extended.
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Can I tell you about my video? The VHS tape is at my parents’ house (I live with my fiancee, 40 minutes away) and even if I did have it I would have no idea how to convert it!
I know, right?
There exists a home movie of me rocking out in footie-pajamas (and heart-shaped sunglasses) to Jefferson Starship’s We Built This City, but I don’t even know where the camcorder to vhs adapter is at my parents’ house, much less the tape itself. You’ll just have to trust me?
This made my day, thank you! All of my old dorky stuff like this is also locked away on VHS. I have some super cringeworthy moments from middle school choir concerts…
There are some hilarious old videos at my parents’ house, but I think your brother’s beats all of mine! Thank you for sharing with us all! 🙂
You guys are awesome! I’m sure we all have some craziness hidden in our vaults. Joey definitely gets a huge scotch for his effort, because I think he also converted this from VHS into the digital world. Go Joe! 😉
The Joy of Youth. This made me smile. Thanks to Joey for being brave. And techno-savvy.
How cute!! I’m not allowed to share it, but there exists a video of my man when he was 4 doing (what is actually pretty good) Power Ranger moves and accidentally knocking into his brother’s stroller. His brother started screaming so loud you could barely hear him yelling “MOM! The baby’s crying and it has nothing to do with me!”.