❌Monthly Song Challenge: Archived🎵

Day 13: A song by an artist you have the hots for

I could have gone sooo many different ways with this prompt. I think I’ll need to do it again.

I’m going to go with Julien Baker this time. I love her stuff, independently and in boygenius. I also dig her androgynous vibe and her tattoos. She’s like a hotter, edgier, lesbian Hanson brother.
1DED3ED3-D1E3-4240-8CCC-CFE5ADBCD3AF.jpeg


Julien Baker - Hardline (Live)

 
Day 13: A song by an artist you have the hots for

I could have gone sooo many different ways with this prompt. I think I’ll need to do it again.

I’m going to go with Julien Baker this time. I love her stuff, independently and in boygenius. I also dig her androgynous vibe and her tattoos. She’s like a hotter, edgier, lesbian Hanson brother.
View attachment 2365286


Julien Baker - Hardline (Live)

She's fucking gorgeous
 
Haha! I kissed Evan dando way back in the day. It wasn't exactly reciprocated but whatever 😂

Story is that I was a Huge Lemonheads fan back in the early 90s, and had a major crush on Evan Dando. I went to every local show and always made sure that I was GA and end up at the very front. I was also an art student at this time and I made a really cool piece of art that I had put up on stage during one show. Evan seemed to acknowledge it but I really didn't know what happened to it afterwards.

About a month or so later I went to see a show at the Middle East, which was a music venue and also a restaurant in the Boston area (Cambridge to be exact). After seeing the show I was walking out through the restaurant with my friend and we spotted Nic Dalton who was the bassist for the Lemonheads. I stopped by his booth and said hello. He was really nice and so I asked him if they ever got the artwork that I put up on stage at a previous show. His eyes opened wide and his response was "That was you!" Apparently the drawing was framed and hanging in Curtis Casella's house (I think that was his last name). Curtis was the owner/producer of TANG records, which was their indie label before they got a major label contract. I couldn't believe it. I was so excited. Nic then told me that Dave's (Lemonheads drummer) other band, Fuzzy, was playing at another club that weekend and he invited my friend and me to go. So we went. I was so hoping that Evan would be there. We were there for a couple of hours and no Evan. Then I spotted him at the bar with a couple of other people. My friend convinced me to go over and talk to him. I was so nervous but I did. I felt like a big freaking idiot. He was polite but not warm like Nic was. It's so embarrassing to admit but I gushed over him and told him how much I loved him and then gave him a kiss on the cheek. I am cracking up with embarrassment as I write this. But it's a fun story and it was definitely a fun time to be a young music lover in Boston.

BTW - this was the first, and pretty much only song I learned to play on the guitar.

https://media2.giphy.com/media/6lvEYsSuoqDwQ/giphy.gif?cid=9b38fe91igofzhfj6l7lfe20r1znyjijccf08shz9rapgh70&ep=v1_gifs_search&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g
Omg!!! I hope you haven’t washed your lips since! 😍😍😍😍
 
The Lovely Eggs - Fuck It

There's a surreal Lancashire humour that comes from being very grounded in your local environment and history but very aware of the rest of the world and its influence and importance. It means you can go from being deadly serious to deeply silly in a second. It allows for independent eccentricity while also appreciating the need to get bladdered on a Saturday night and have a bloody good night out.

I used to think the Eggs were a bit of a joke band but I love them more and more.

 
Day 14: A song by an artist who has grown on you over time

I was at a friends house, way back when. Her brother had a poster on the wall; it was a really scary looking zombie guy, with a hand axe. I could barely look at it. I'd never seen anything like it.

Few years later, that same friend played me a song. I'd told her my dad recently started introducing me to rock and roll, and she figured I'd be open to it. Galloping drums, a heavy riff, and some English guy singing about war and running to the hills. Meh. Not my thing.

Another few years later and I'm in a record shop. I spot an LP, and I recognize it from somewhere. It comes to me; it's the same image that my friends brother had on the wall. Iron Maiden - Killers. I bought it, and took the time to really listen to it. Now, well.... Up the irons!! \../,

Murders in the Rue Morgue

 
I was at a friends house, way back when. Her brother had a poster on the wall; it was a really scary looking zombie guy, with a hand axe. I could barely look at it. I'd never seen anything like it.

Few years later, that same friend played me a song. I'd told her my dad recently started introducing me to rock and roll, and she figured I'd be open to it. Galloping drums, a heavy riff, and some English guy singing about war and running to the hills. Meh. Not my thing.

Another few years later and I'm in a record shop. I spot an LP, and I recognize it from somewhere. It comes to me; it's the same image that my friends brother had on the wall. Iron Maiden - Killers. I bought it, and took the time to really listen to it. Now, well.... Up the irons!! \../,

Murders in the Rue Morgue

Seen them five times. What a band 🥰
 
Day 14: A song by an artist who has grown on you over time

Early to mid-80s were a great and weird time for music. No streaming, and radio was important to every high schooler, as was MTV, which played music 24-hours a day. News, for a few minutes an hour, and weird contests (for John Cougar Melencamp's Little Pink Houses tour, you could win a house, and you and your friends would "paint that mother pink." Yes, they had many contests like that), but other than that, music video after music video. And record stores, where you could find music that was neither on the radio nor MTV. A lot of my music was out of record stores.

At this point, I was deep into heavy metal. Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Armored Saint, Warrior, Cirith Ungol, Yngwie Malmsteen, Merciful Fate, Dio, and these new guys, Metallica. More obscure European and unground stuff, a lot of punk, and still the more interesting New Wave. Who didn't I love? This tiny guy with an obsession for purple clothing and frilly pirate shirts. Prince was big in my high school, and maybe because he was so popular with the popular crowd, I wasn't giving him any slack. No interest. Movie with him? Nah, rather go see Buckaroo Banzai again, or Gremlins. But things change.

UnquietDreams's Theory on History: every epic or monumental action throughout history starts the same way: "so, there was this girl..."

So, there was this girl. Kristen. Cheerleader, but smart, sweet, not stuck up. Way, way, way out of my league, by a lot. But for some reason I cannot comprehend, she liked me. And she wanted to go see Prince on the Purple Rain Tour. So I sat up all night waiting in line for tickets (no online, so no scalpers grabbing them electronically). All night outside a GI Joes, until they went on sale the next morning. Drove to Tacoma. And here comes Prince. And...Holy. Fuck. I went in annoyed, I came out a disciple. Just an utterly amazing, electric, powerful show. And I was a fan.

"Let's Go Crazy (Live, 1985)," Prince and the Revolution. Recorded on that tour. God, he was young, but we all were.

 
Last edited:
Back
Top