You can tell some lies about the good times that you've had
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Artist:Pulp, Bauhaus, the Misfits, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Henry Rollins, Roxy Music, David Bowie, Neil Finn, Tim Finn
Things occupying my mind and time in high school: the Misfits, Glenn Danzig, Daniel Day-Lewis, looking like Siouxsie Sioux, Fuzzbox, Robert DeNiro, my purple Doc Marten Mary Janes, finding the perfect shade of Manic Panic, Henry Rollins and the handwritten postcard he sent me [a post for another time], Bauhaus, ripped fishnets... you get the idea, yeah?Things I could not have cared less about: Pulp and, more importantly, Jarvis Cocker.
Which is why now, at the ripe auld age of thirty-one, I find my mind occupied by the former and smitten by the latter. Thanks to William Shatner and Joe Jackson, no less. [Ah, Joe Jackson. My mother made a mix tape, somewhere around 1983, onto which she recorded "Steppin' Out" three times in a row. Oh yeah. Three times in a row. Steppin' Out. Into the night. Into the light. "Not again," my brother and I would moan.] I think there are certain things, certain combinations I'm only ready for long after they've come and gone. Nuances and whatnot. The combination of cheeky, sultry, smart-assy and whip-smart lyrics with a 1960s pop/Roxy Music/David Bowie sensibility and oh, that skinny, naughty, always-bordering-on-smarmy-but-so-hot frontman -- well, I suppose I'm ready for that now. Am I ever. Something similar happened with the Finns and their various bands a couple of years back. I mean, yeah, I loved Crowded House in elementary school and junior high, but then, as previously mentioned, I got all, you know, hard core and bad-ass and all, and subsequently lost interest in them. And then in 2004 I started working with a Kiwi and he burned a couple of CDs for me featuring all Kiwi bands and of course Crowded House and Split Enz featured prominently. Cut to my falling in love all over again with Neil's voice and lyrics and Tim's... uh, face and legs. Ahem.But back to the topic at hand. I'm ready now. Ready for the Pulp! Call me late for the party - I'm used to that - but gimme some Pulp. That's good stuff.







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