When Taylor Dayne's new album, Satisfied was dropped on my desk I admit, even a music nerd of my stature had to Google the name to know where I'd heard it before. That led me to Youtube and the 1980's discotheque hit "Tell It To My Heart" and from there fond memories of being a little girl in the 1980's, crushing on Jordan Knight and watching Jem while wearing neon purple legwarmers. Then I realized I'm not and was never a girl and felt more than a little uncomfortable.
Anyway, Taylor Dayne was always that other young popper from that crazy decade. If you ask most people today, they could probably name a song by Tiffany or Debbie Gibson. Me, I was a Tiffany girl. (Damnit, why do the '80s turn me androgynous?) Even Kylie Minogue rebounded from a frizzy perm, jean jackets and "The Locomotion." Taylor Dayne was older, less of a hit-machine, but more had a deeper, more soulful voice.
Back with a new album, featuring a terribly unflattering album photo and enough covers to make Rod Steward jealous, Dayne's desperate comeback shot is out there for all the world to see. "This is a rebirth for me," she says. "Call it what you want, but I'm back. We've baked the bread. Now it's time to eat it."
Whatever that means.
