Throwing Muses - “Walking In The Dark”
Speaking of music from my high school years, I still remember the first time I heard the Throwing Muses album House Tornado. I’d been listening to TM for a few years but wasn’t entirely clear on their back catalog - the order of it, volume, etc. My teenage years were the emergence of my immersion in bands and artists I loved, but it took a while to discover all the ins and outs and facts and fictions pre-internet. I was visiting my friend Sarah who was a freshman in college my senior year of high school. We were hanging out in the room of this gorgeous gay guy she was friends with; he had a shaved head and was sort of punk-meets-dance-major-meets-general-weirdo. So of course I was completely petrified by him. We got stoned and at some point I mentioned my love for Throwing Muses. He was very excited by this news and asked if I’d heard House Tornado yet, which I had not. He was really psyched to play it for me and, in retrospect, maybe that was a kind of musical flirtation. I am only marginally less clueless than I was in those days as to whether or not a guy was Showing Interest In Me. We all sat/lay around his dorm room listening to this sparse, haunting, spooky, exhilarating record, made all the more intense by our being stoned. (But the album is no less impactful when I am stone sober, and is equally affecting and unsettling to this day.) This song has always been one of my favorite tracks and can still create this rush of something indescribable in me. I sometimes think this might be my favorite Throwing Muses album. But to make such bold statements about a band I love to pieces is kind of ridiculous, as the love is massive and ever shifting, with different songs and albums speaking louder to me at some moments more than others.
|—||Patti Smith on Courtney Love (via inside-some-strangers-stomach)|
Did you ever just feel so lucky for knowing someone you met online?
Like.. I was one click away from not following you. I was one second away from never even knowing of your existence.
I would never have been this happy.
"What It’s Like To Be A Gal In the Rock World!" featuring Lesley Gore, Dusty Springfield, Petula Clark, and Nancy Sinatra.
Vintage Tiger Beat! Magazine
promoting body positivity for larger girls:
doing so by throwing skinny girls under the bus, calling thinner girls “fake”, or insisting that being bigger is “what men really want” (implying that any female body type is only good if it has male approval):