I almost forgot how much I adore this woman.
She was eccentric and weird-as-fuck before it was acceptable and encouraged to be eccentric and weird-as-fuck (in the mainstream musical world, at least. No, Blondie and Madonna, as awesome as they are, don’t count).
Listening to the likes of Siouxsie Sioux (as mentioned above), The Cult, Material Issue, X-Ray Spex, 80’s U2, Stiv Bators, The Partisans, De La Soul, Dion And The Belmonts, and of course, Morrissey, reminds me of being a sophomore in high school and walking around my old block in my worn-out, too-small-for-me (seriously, the sleeves cut off mid-wrist) jean jacket from Aardvark’s almost every evening to escape what ever my world consisted of at the time, dreams of New Zealand in my head. I’m not romanticizing that image either. I really did want to live there (and thought I could) at one point.
I doubt I’d go back to those days if I had the chance to, but I can’t deny that these recollections make me a tad wistful.
Alright. Exit nostalgia and enter the future.