Growing Up Eighties, Games 3

Another favorite game was played in my room. It could only be played in my room because I was the privileged owner of a Rainbow Brite record player. That’s right. I had a ton of great tunes. While I enjoyed the beautiful, simply stunning voice of Rainbow Brite (I’m thinking the record probably came with the record player), my heart rested with Madonna.
We were the first to get cable television on our block and I remember dancing endlessly in front of the television set that had a chip in the glass because Chuckie had thrown one of my My Little Ponies at the screen because I refused to allow him to kill it with his GI Joe. My Little Pony doesn’t die, I said. New Rule.
MTV blasted from our living room as I ran across the brown sectional, leaping into the air and landing on my feet so I could play air guitar.
The game was called Dance Your Face Off, Destroy Your Room. Or, it should have been. To play DYFODYR, simply play Madonna’s Lucky Star from your Rainbow Brite record player, jump on your bed, and throw all of your toys and belongings all over your room. I believe that this game inspired So You Think You Can Dance and I occasionally play a tamer, more adult version of this game at weddings by requesting that the Jazz Band play Anything Madonna and slide across the floor, choreographing lyrical dances.
Tragically, DYFODYR came to an end when a neighbor sat on my record player to see if she would spin around like the cartoons. She didn’t. That was the day the music died for me.