Sometimes, I am such a slut for music. Today at work, for some bizarre out of nowhere reason, I had this huge urge to listen to the Talking Heads album “True Stories”.
Look, you don’t need to know much about it because it’s not like an important album; it is certainly not one of their best. But man, I listened to that album like a motherfucker when I was but a wee girl, and I guess I was feeling like a motherfucker today because out of nowhere I just had to hear it.
That urge went away almost as quickly as it came.
Okay, so after like, searching the internet during working time for all of the songs on MP3 without any luck at all for two hours straight - it went away. I mean, I wanted the whole album right then. *
The urge was ALL OR NOTHING, people. ALL or NOTHING!
My life is so black or white this time of year, it’s like an I Love Lucy series, only without the apron and heels. And laughter.
And for the record, I will be lucky to have a job tomorrow, because after an extensive search for the one ditty I really wanted to hear, “Love for Sale”, you can imagine what interesting things Google brought back for me.
You know, in this economy I should really try a bit harder to, you know, maybe keep my job instead doing this crap and having to try desperately to get rid of an army of pornographic pop-up ads that result in such searches when the boss is walking by.
Bored yet? I am. But only because it is that time of year where nothing productive comes from me at all because February literally makes me crazy-depressed so only silly little obsessions that I chase for hours at a time until I am weary are distractive enough to make me happy enough to function until I realize: wow, searching ebay for an inexpensive not-fourth-generation VHS copy of the never released first rock grrrl movie EVER is pretty god damn ridiculous when we are about 2 seconds shy of war with Iraq.
But have you seen Ladies and Gentlemen: The Fabulous Stains?
A lot of you – probably not. Because like I said – it was never released. Even though it starred, you know Diane Lane and former members of the Clash, The Sex Pistols and The Tubes and if you need a name you are even more familiar with - even Laura Dern when she was a wee girl!
So let me tell you how crazy obsessed I was with this movie in 1983 when they showed it at 1am on the USA network’s NightFlight. Because I think this was maybe the big beginning of my love for the rock and roll because I was so obsessed with this movie I waited up every weekend for weeks and weeks in a row until it was on and watched it over and over again every time they showed it until I had most of the lines memorized.
Not only that, but I recorded the soundtrack on a cassette tape. And so you are thinking big fucking deal – but really - not just on a tape that was hooked fancy-pants tape deck hooked up to the TeeVee that would have at least given me somewhat decent sound. No, we didn’t have that technology in my household back then. Instead I was forced to take an actual MONO TAPE RECORDER (I am certain anyone 18 or younger has never seen one of these) and press it up against the TeeVee speakers to get the sound to record. And since that is such a ridiculous way to record things, yes, you can imagine - there’s a little bit of my singing along with the bad music picked up on said recordings.
Because you know, back then, not only did we not have a stereo tape deck hooked into the TeeVee, but also VCR’s were like, a million dollars and my family didn’t have one, so I don’t have a copy of the movie either.
And I just had to have the dumb (and they are kinda dumb now looking back) songs on tape because at that time I was sure I’d grow up to be a rock and roll star. And even though I am (in my living room!) a rock star it’s still fun to remember the beginning of my obsession with the rock and roll.
Best line ever: “I believe every girl should get an electric guitar for her 16th birthday”- Diane Lane as band leader Corrinne at a press conference representing her movie band The Fabulous Stains.
Such. Good. Fun, people! Find yourselves a copy now.
I mean it!
*yes, I have it on tape. But my tapes? Bottom of the midget closet too hard to find underneath all of the crap you tend to accumulate after years and years of living!