Various Artists – Flashdance Soundtrack – Used LP
VG/VG. 1983. I never saw this movie in the 1980s (but I think I saw it much later and got a kick out of it) but I do have a Flashdance story...in 1983 I was working at a Michigan die cast plant, nonunion nightmare of a place where they did all kinds of stuff to make sure you'd die, had this one guy go in the storage room and remove all the hazard warning off the 55 gallon barrels (What are you doing? I asked him. They pay me to do that.). and then instead of just letting the degreaser do its job, they paid another crew to blow just-dipped parts off with air hoses so the cloud of carcinogens blew right into another assembly line of people that breathed it all day. (I'm sick all the time, one of them told me. He literally looked to be fifty-something, gray hair and everything, but he was in his twenties.). Meanwhile, the ovens had actually decapitated one guy, and daily burns were what you knew you got for getting $4.85/hour. I stayed in the machine room for $4/hour instead. The trim press as scary and could take your hand in a second, but it was actually one of the safest machines in the shop: you needed both hands to press the lever so it was hard to get your hand chopped off. The drill press was my usually spot. Drilling thousands of holes in thousands of parts every day, you were bound to drift and lose your grip and the spinning part would rip up your hand pretty good but the pain and blood would remind you not to do that again. The mill was the one machine on the line to avoid, and sadly all they would have had to do was listen to me and give me an hour and I could have made a guard, but the line ran all the time and the idea of letting me do that was out of the question. All I could do was tell the person running it to be really careful, but just in the short time I was there, I witnessed it take several fingers, the warm spray of blood, the coolant on my hands. But the beauty of all that ugliness was the women on the drill press next to me. She was a flashdancer at night and dressed like the flashdancer from the movie during the day, her sweat shirt a mixed mess of on purpose and just happened. Her husband was the pot tender so he always had the bucket on the frontend loader filled with scrap metal and ready to dump on your head if you touched her, but she could take care of herself when it came down to it. She was tough but really nice too, and the whole crew on that line were friends. They warned that they'd lay me off the day before I could collect unemployment so I saw it coming. It may not seem like the kind of job you want to keep and I had another job as a fry cook at Carlos Murphy in the evening (a Ralston-Purina run Irish-Mexican restaurant) but jobs here tough and I had two kids to feed and I thought the crew was wrong when I arrived that day I needed to collect unemployment. But I needed to finish the day, and at lunch they laid me off. People didn't really hug at that time and place, but if they had, I think Flashdance girl would have given me a hug. She just said sorry man. "You okay?"
"Yeah." Not really. In retrospect, I really needed to get out of there, but at the time I really needed that job. But they hadn't yet learned that lesson that you don't lay people off in the middle of the day, and if you do, you have an escort out. "I'm just going to bust a bunch of shit on the way out."
"I'm hip. You seem like that kind of person."
"Yeah." I was.