Well, she was my catatonic sex toy, love-joy diver

December 12, 2009, 00:34
Filed under: Masculin, music

Interpol reminds me of my youthful 20′s. Not that I’m no longer youthful…though when I think on it, I no longer have some of the same qualities I once had.

To quote Oscar Wilde, “I am not young enough to know everything.”

Turn On The Bright Lights was a pivotal moment in Indie Rock, as well as in the life of this here dame.

I can’t tell you how many nights I spent dancing my arse off to Obstacle 1.

Digging through my old files, I found some fantastic photos of the band.

You know that classic question: If you were stranded on an Island which albums would you take?

Well, I’d surely bring Turn On The Bright Lights with me and hope that I’d also packed some black eyeliner and a black and white and red striped get up.

They certainly had a major influence on my catalog for fashion and music.

Around the same time I was watching Blow Up for the first time and falling in love with Bobby Dylan and the Velvet Underground. I visited the Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh. Hallelujah.

Reading and listening to interviews with he band turned me on to some great film and literature.

I saw The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover…and read Atonement…after listening to their interview with Bob Boilen of NPR and All Songs Considered. All this before I started working for NPR!

Oh and Daniel Kessler, if you’re reading this, I still think we’d make a perfect match.