Im working on my book (shut up, I am!) and remembered moving to LA in 1985--I was 19--with some clothes, a tape player, and a cassette that Jim Naureckas made me with Steve Albinis first EP, Big Blacks Lungs on one side and Mission of Burmas Signals, Calls, and Marches on the other. I started listening to those songs tonight, and felt compelled by a force greater than me to immediately share them. Ahem. I remember I found a room at a boarding house near UCLA for foreign students and lived there alone for weeks. I didnt drink, I didnt smoke, my roommate hadnt arrived yet. I just had this tape. I played it over and over and over and over and over in the isolation tank of LA. Thank God, because it probably impacted the trajectory of my life in terms of the music I was thereafter drawn to, as well as those who created it, sold it, recorded it, booked it, listened to it, and wrote about it. It pointed me on my way to the Minneapolis and Chicago music scenes that were such a huge part of my life. OK, back to the book. But seriously. These songs!!!!!!!!!! They may sound dated now, I dont know, but I will always love all these songs. I hope others do, too. You gotta listen to all of them all the way to the end, you just gotta. And the lyrics... Big Black Dead Billy youtu.be/pyXSTVpgC5I Mission of Burma Thats When I Reach For My Revolver youtu.be/I8piMHsOya4 Mission of Burma This is Not a Photograph youtu.be/Eguq53eOWmI (indie rock factoid: Thats When I reach for My Revolver is a reference to a quotation commonly attributed to Hermann Göring -- When I hear the word culture, thats when I reach for my revolver)
Posted on: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 03:15:06 +0000
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