||[Feb. 22nd, 2010|08:21 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
Some songs are seasonal, the reason why this is one of them is obvious.
Magazine feel like an old friend who I love spending time with that I never hangout with, purely because I’m too lazy to make a date. Whenever I listen to them again I go, “you’re so much fun, I can’t believe I don’t do this all the time!”, (mostly it’s just one song though, and then I forget them again). The first time I heard them it was on a radio show where they sometimes recommended old bands. Then they would play a selected track a couple of times that week.
I had this cassette where I used to record the songs I really liked and it became a rather strange compilation. The songs I remember it contained are: Love-Little Red Book, Mark Almond feat. Gene Pitney-Something’s Gotten Hold of My Heart, a Christian sermon overdubbed by 666s Diablo from a time I picked up two different frequencies at the same time, and also Magazine-Shot from Both Sides.
We didn’t have an internet connection yet, so a friend of mine downloaded some tracks for me. It’s not often that the song you loved on the radio is usurped by randomly downloaded tracks. (This was basically almost a decade ago and I believe what he used to download the tracks was... wait for it: Kazaa Lite. I know, old School.) So obviously I fell head first in the concrete for The Song From Under the Floorboards. At first when I listened to the CD my friend had made for me I thought that this must be the Cure, only less naive and sweet then I was used to hearing them. (The CD contained a few bands, mainly 80s gothy ones, the only ones I remember being on it was the Cure and Magazine.) It also contained The Light Pours Put of Me. I remember walking home in the snow with the full moon looking down on me, wearing a tailcoat being all Über and feeling that the light truly was pouring out of me. (Ugh. I think I just remember some HIM songs on that CD.)
Later getting a hold of Magazine albums became almost too easy. Sometimes it felt like every bargain shelf, in every record store, contained one of they’re many masterpieces. For years they would battle it out with the Cure, the Birthday Party and Siouxsie and the Banshees for the coveted title “teenage Karina’s favourite band”, (not to be confused with teenage Karina’s favourite artist, witch always where Bowie and Nina Hagen). (Nina sadly was later usurped by the slightly less bad taste-prone freak show Lene Lovich.)
Anyways: I WILL DRUG YOU AND FUCK YOU ON THE PERMAFROST
Oh sweet sweet poetry…