A few weeks ago, Cuervolinda and I were reminiscing about Southern California car dealership jingles and L.A. area radio stations of the 80′s. We both agreed that KROQ’s playlist during the 1980′s was the shit. Since then, I’ve been remembering songs and bands I haven’t thought about in ages. The Smiths. Siouxsie & The Banshees. The Cure. Oingo Boingo. Echo & The Bunnymen. X. Violent Femmes. And the list goes on. All music that sounds just as wonderful and soothing to me today as it did back then. I was 13 years old in 1986 and full of raw creativity, the kind I desperately want back these days. The music is reminding me of what it felt like to slowly become my own person.
I spent this weekend downloading songs from that era. Twenty-four years ago, I was making mix tapes of these songs for a bulky Sony Walkman. Today, I’m loading them up onto my iPhone in the form of mp3s. This makes me feel as if I’m starting over again–Neva at 13, meet Neva at 37–and it feels good.
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You can’t fuck with the violent femmes. You cannot fuck with this band. **never forget the femmes!**
I agree. I cannot count how many times I saw the Femmes play during the late 80′s and early 90′s. :::swoon:::