Gorgeous blogger Pretty in Black tagged me to write about five albums that changed my life. Trivia: I had the first four on vinyl.
1. Parallel Lines by Blondie was one of the first albums I ever owned. As I recall, my grandfather Sam got it for me when I was about 11. I can’t remember if I asked for it or if he picked it out himself because it was the hot record of the moment. I do remember being entranced by Debbie Harry’s hair and Stephen Sprouse dress in the Heart of Glass video. I still want that dress. I’ve been thinking of having seamstress extraordinaire Jean of Ghost Tailor make me my own version.
2. My grandfather also got me one of the Beatles’ unauthorized Hamburg albums. I think it was this one. I could be wrong, so I’m having my parents check the basement of their house for the album.
I am sure that I specifically asked for a Hamburg record and that my grandfather had to look high and low for it. My first Beatles album was the “Red Album,” but I had a thing for bad boys at an early age and was intrigued by the naughtier, sexier, leather-wearing version of the Beatles. My almost-husband Paul McCartney was seriously hot during the Germany years. Speaking of hot, how about John Lennon-Paul McCartney slash fic? Er, not that I’ve ever read any of that stuff. No sirree! I’ve just heard about it.
4. In 1984, while I was in high school, I identified with Age of Consent by Bronski Beat even though I wasn’t a gay dude. I did want to run away from my small town because I felt tragically misunderstood. I hung out with my main gays on Christopher Street whenever possible. We liked to check out the Oscar Wilde Memorial Bookshop.
I’ve had a post about Bronski Beat lead singer Jimmy Somerville in draft form for about a year. I need to get back to that.
5. I was crazed about music in high school and lost interest in college. I got tired of all the judgmental music cliques. You know, Joy Division fans were more authentic and better than New Order fans, and so on. I don’t know why music fandom has to be so bitchy and competitive. I swear, it’s worse than fashion. Post-college, Nirvana’s Nevermind album was the first music that impressed me in years. The day I got the tape, I listened to it over and over again even though I had a terrible migraine. Basically, I listened to Nirvana till I threw up from pain. That’s love.
Smells Like Teen Spirit was the last song played at my wedding. It was also the song I was dancing to in this photo taken by Altamira at my 40th birthday party.
As usual, I’m not going to tag people, but if you want to be tagged, let me know in the comments and I’ll update this post with a link to you.