Music has been a
crucial part of my identity since the summer of 1984. My parents
and I moved to Lausanne, Switzerland where losing myself in familiar music was my only tie to home. Swiss radio stations were brainwashed by
France's pop/synth culture. I couldn't listen to that
spineless Franco-fluff. Dismal disco book-ended by DJ's that I wanted
to reach through the radio waves and throttle. Thankfully, my
British school-mates tuned me into the punk movement that exploded
in England some years earlier. I got my first dose of the Sex Pistols - the most
notorious and vilified band from that movement. And I was hooked. Soon
followed bands like the Damned, The Clash, Siouxsie & The Banshees,
Generation X, The Slits, The Adicts, The X-Ray Spex and many, many
others.
I started high school the following year in San
Antonio, Texas. Talk about culture shock. I went from a school with
eight kids in the entire 8th grade to a freshman class with over 1,500. Freshman lunches consisted of barricading myself in a vacant
stairwell and comforting myself with music. There, I heard whisperings of a band called Suicidal Tendencies. One of their songs - I Saw Your Mommy - describes discovering with pubescent glee the mutilated body of a friend's mother. What could be more perfect for a teenage basket-case? I played my cassette until it too committed hara-kiri. I
made other discoveries, though trial and error were my main
influences. The Misfits, The Circle Jerks, Social Distortion, Love
& Rockets, Bauhaus, Fearless Iranians From Hell and countless
others.
With college came a new appreciation for
slower, more psychedelic music. Moshing and pot smoking don't mix
well. I'm not talking about bands like The Grateful Dead or Phish -
favorites among my granola friends. I still needed some "melt-your-face-off" elements in my
music. I'm referring to the likes of Jane's Addiction, Primus, The
Sisters Of Mercy, Tripping Daisy, Nirvana, 311 and so forth. These bands were played as a compromise since most of my collection was deemed "too scary" by the hippie majority.
Fast forward to
today. Life's priorities have taken center stage. Job. Mortgage.
Kids. With that said, I have lost touch with my particular music scene with the
exception of a chance find or two. My goal with this blog is to uncover
some new bands and some old ones. I want you come with me on this
sonic excursion. Let's see what's out there.
This piece does a great job bringing the reader up to speed on your musical journey and it clearly introduces your style of writing.
ReplyDeleteA few suggestions:
- Add where you moved to Switzerland from
- Use an em-dash instead of period between "Franco-fluff" and "Dismal disco," since the latter isn't a full sentence
- I think there could be a more descriptive way of saying "I played my cassette until it couldn't play anymore."