Freshman year of high school, my two best friends were Stephanie and Colleen. When Christmas time rolled around, being jobless at the time, we knew that we would have limited funds to purchase gifts for one another. So we came up with a plan that we would each bring a wrapped cassette of our choice, and we would figure out how to randomly exchange them. Turns out that no one really wanted the other choices, and we all ended up going home with our own purchases. So this week, I'm going to share with you what we were listening to back in '92
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Stephanie's style of music was a bit on the heavier side at the time. She grew up on hair metal bands and discovered punk rock right before I met her. She loved The Sex Pistols and was the first person with whom I ever watched Sid and Nancy. She got very heavy into punk when we went off to college at UNT in Denton and even dated the lead singer of the local band, The Riverboat Gamblers, for many, many years.
Interestingly enough, the last time I corresponded with her, she was so conservative looking that it was almost frightening. She was studying Political Science in grad school and was hoping to one day work in the government. How things change... or maybe she is secretly looking to f*ck things up from the inside... wouldn't surprise me at all!!!
So, yes, Stephanie's choice was L7's Bricks Are Heavy. I liked L7... I thought they all looked super-cool, but the only song that I truly liked off the album was "Pretend We're Dead"; so I couldn't justify owning it for just that one song.
What's up with what's going down
In every city, in every town
Cramping styles is the plan
They've got us in the palm of every hand
When we pretend that we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we've said
When we pretend that we're dead
Come on,come on, come on, come on
Come on,come on, come on, come on
Come on,come on, come on, come on
Come on,come on, come on, come on
Turn the tables with our unity
They're neither moral nor majority
Wake up and smell the coffee
Or just say no to individuality
When we pretend that we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we've said
When we pretend that we're dead
Come on, come on, come on come on
Come on,come on, come on, come on
Come on,come on, come on, come on
Come on,come on, come on, come on
When we pretend that we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we've said
When we pretend that we're dead
Come on,come on, come on, come on
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