{"id":1179,"date":"2009-05-14T21:52:00","date_gmt":"2009-05-15T04:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wendybrandes.com\/blog\/?p=1179"},"modified":"2009-06-18T18:06:53","modified_gmt":"2009-06-18T22:06:53","slug":"blondie-beatles-bronski-duran-nirvana","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wendybrandes.com\/blog\/2009\/05\/blondie-beatles-bronski-duran-nirvana\/","title":{"rendered":"Blondie, Beatles, Bronski, Duran, Nirvana"},"content":{"rendered":"

Gorgeous blogger Pretty in Black<\/a> tagged me to write about five albums that changed my life. Trivia: I had the first four on vinyl.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>. I still want that dress. I’ve been thinking of having seamstress extraordinaire Jean of Ghost Tailor<\/a> make me my own version.<\/p>\n

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2. My grandfather also got me one of the Beatles’ unauthorized Hamburg<\/a> 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.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>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<\/a>,” 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<\/a> was seriously hot during the Germany years. Speaking of hot, how about John Lennon-Paul McCartney slash fic<\/a>? Er, not that I’ve ever read any of that stuff. No sirree! I’ve just heard about it.<\/p>\n

3. The first Duran Duran album introduced me to my other almost-husband, John Taylor<\/a>, and inspired years of “New Wave” hairdos<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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4. In 1984, while I was in high school, I identified with Age of Consent by Bronski Beat <\/a>even though I wasn’t a gay dude. I did want to run away from my small town<\/a> 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<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>I’ve had a post about Bronski Beat lead singer Jimmy Somerville<\/a> in draft form for about a year. I need to get back to that.<\/p>\n

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<\/a> 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.<\/p>\n

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Smells Like Teen Spirit<\/a> 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<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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. <\/script><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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…<\/p>\n

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