Still, I was able to squeeze out an interesting comment this afternoon at Tad's Backup Plan. I've long considered copying the comments I leave behind as I traipse about the internet--or at least the comments I leave behind on music--over to here, and tonight, at least and if only to take up some space where some was needed, I believe I'll initiate such a process.
Whether I stick with it strictly, or at all, who knows? But for now, Tad was talking about pop in the early '80's and new wave and a certain album from The Headboys. So I chimed in with a 'hasn't anybody heard of closing the goddamned door' . . .
I had that Headboys 45! "The Shape of Things to Come." Brilliant fucking record. They played it once or twice on the briefly new-wave radio station here, and then I seized upon it one day when going through one of my old man's grocery bags. Wasn't a great copy, let's say it crackled as it spun. But I loved that chorus, Oh-oh-oh-Oh-oh, The-Shape-of-Things-to-Come.
My favorite Cars song was always "Since You're Gone," with that outrageous, amorphous, infinite delay guitar solo, and I always remember how . . . spastic . . . Elliott Easton looked playing it on the couch in that video with the disappearing eggs.
But my second favorite Cars track isn't a Cars song at all. "Wearing Down Like A Wheel," from Easton's solo album Change No Change may have the best solo from a man who seemed to painstakingly craft them.
Hated that fucking 'Til Tuesday song, really, REALLY hated it.
Fuckin' hated it.
Loved me some Clash first album, though, and think my favorite London punk might be its twisted reggae: White Man in Hammersmith Palais and Sub-Mission best EVAR.
Still remember the choice I made one day at the Spec's or the Peaches or whatever mass market retailer it was: INXS Shabooh Shabbah or Sex Pistols Never Mind the Bollocks.
Guess which one I picked?
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