So last time I left you all wondering
“this kid clearly thinks Taylor Swift is a) awesome and b) weird
music.” Part A is true. Part B is not. Fear not loyal (hah!)
readers.
Let's take a step back and go back to
high school. As most kids did, I grew up idolizing the rock and roll
stars of my parents' generation, thinking that they were not only the
bees' knees, but that they were only thing really worth delving into.
I honestly didn't delve much into music from later than 1995 other
than some metal (Tool, System of a Down). I still thought I was
fucking cool (knowing full well that a) I wasn't and b) no one else
thought I was). That said Bob Dylan bored me (and still does), Jimi
Hendrix was too much for me and Nirvana didn't really register until
like the summer after 9th grade. So I was basically just
pumping The Clash, Madness, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The
Ramons, The Sex Pistols, The Grateful Dead, Creedence, Crosby Stills
Nash and Young until around 10th grade.
In 8th grade I had
discovered Nine Inch Nails' The Downward Spiral
and that had a huge impact on me. I couldn't believe the outright
and blatant sexuality and perversity of the album. It was dark,
depressing and scary. From the pulsing, throbbing synths, to the
crass lyrics and the excruciating noise buildup in “Hurt,” this
was brand-new sonic territory for me and it instantly became a
favorite.
In 9th
grade this awesome punk rock girl came to our school and we instantly
bonded over feelings of alienation from the majority of the school.
She quickly became a staple in our group of misfits and nerds. She
gave me all this awesome music that I instantly fell in love with:
The Adicts, Dead Kennedys, X-Ray Spex, The Stooges, amongst others.
This was also brand-new territory for me. The last three are still
amongst my favorites and regularly get spins (if you can call it
that), especially X-Ray Spex. X-Ray Spex had this incredible energy
and Poly Styrene's vocals are so shrill and angsty, yet verging on
soulful that I just couldn't get enough. It's really a shame they
only released one full-length.
It was
also in 9th
grade that I got my first dose of hardcore punk. Another punk rock
girl who later became another of my closest friends was also wearing
Leftöver Crack t shirts and was always talking about them. So I
went out and got their first album. I HATED IT. I couldn't deal.
It was fucking scary. So much noise. So much anger. What was going
on. I loved the Sex Pistols, I loved the Stooges. Why was this so
different. I thought it was punk rock. I wasn't wrong. I just
wasn't aware of what punk meant then. When I came back to it around
12th
grade I was hooked. It's raw, it's all over the place. It's got
classical interludes, death metal breakdowns, hilarious samples, real
anarcho-punk grit and surprisingly great musicianship. It's almost
the perfect hardcore album for me in that it's not just “loud fast”
but “loud, fast, and smart.” Smart lyrically, smart
instrumentally; a very thoughtful album that I can't tell if it was
meant to be smart or just ended up that way.
11th
and 12th
grade things started changing. I discovered indie music for the
first time. Of Montreal, Neutral Milk Hotel, The Walkmen, The
Strokes, Interpol, Franz Ferdinand, Bloc Party. The big names sure,
but for me this, again, was brand new territory. It wasn't all for
me (and still isn't), but I do love a great indie pop album. And
Neutral Milk Hotel routinely brings me to tears. It's beautiful
stuff. Interpol too was a huge influence on me. Their first album
was just such a great New York album. Made me feel at home somehow.
It was dark, but well-crafted. Of Montreal would later greatly
influence my pop sensibilities, especially during sophomore year of
college and the year after college. Satanic Panic in the Attic and
Sunlandic Twins are great psych pop albums.
But we
STILL haven't really gotten to the crux of all this. More next time,
kiddies.
Coming
up: Throbbing Gristle and Kraftwerk; How Experimental Music Changed
My Life.
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