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substituteHonest to goodness, the bars weren't open this morning
They must of been votin' for President or something
I love this album. I loved X before I saw them live, listening to White Girl and Los Angeles on KROQ while in high school. The harmonies in fifth, the sad resigned loud-ass music, the barre chords. What more could an O.C. punk want? They were L.A., and chaos, and soul, and everything I didn't have at Newport Harbor High School.
I went off to UCLA and promptly saw X at my own college, in Ackerman Grand Ballroom. They opened with "This was supposed to be the new world" at 1500 dB and loads of feedback. Exene was wearing a cowboy hat covered with spangles. I wanted to marry her and John Doe simultaneously.
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miss_geek and I went to see them and they hadn't lost it.
Not sure why. Maybe it's because they were a stealth country blues band disguised as punk, or maybe they just were tough enough not to die or get lame from the lifestyle.
X never made it outside L.A. I remember John Doe saying that they shared that with Oingo Boingo: bands that were loved in L.A. and a few other cities and never got national success. And the weird thing, too: their lyrics look awful without the music, but with the music they're wonderful.
I remember that my dormitory floor at UCLA my freshman year was a musical fondue. My notable success was getting about ten people, including the diehard Springsteen fan and the guy who only liked ska, to become X fans. I bet they still are.
There's no nostalgia here. It's just good god-damned music, okay? It could have been made yesterday, or might be made tomorrow. They just had it. Someone has it now.
They must of been votin' for President or something
I love this album. I loved X before I saw them live, listening to White Girl and Los Angeles on KROQ while in high school. The harmonies in fifth, the sad resigned loud-ass music, the barre chords. What more could an O.C. punk want? They were L.A., and chaos, and soul, and everything I didn't have at Newport Harbor High School.
I went off to UCLA and promptly saw X at my own college, in Ackerman Grand Ballroom. They opened with "This was supposed to be the new world" at 1500 dB and loads of feedback. Exene was wearing a cowboy hat covered with spangles. I wanted to marry her and John Doe simultaneously.
From age 18 to 20 I listened to the first four X albums on repeat. Later on the peak of my music journalism career was interviewing them for Creem. Twenty years later
miss_geek and I went to see them and they hadn't lost it. Not sure why. Maybe it's because they were a stealth country blues band disguised as punk, or maybe they just were tough enough not to die or get lame from the lifestyle.
X never made it outside L.A. I remember John Doe saying that they shared that with Oingo Boingo: bands that were loved in L.A. and a few other cities and never got national success. And the weird thing, too: their lyrics look awful without the music, but with the music they're wonderful.
I remember that my dormitory floor at UCLA my freshman year was a musical fondue. My notable success was getting about ten people, including the diehard Springsteen fan and the guy who only liked ska, to become X fans. I bet they still are.
There's no nostalgia here. It's just good god-damned music, okay? It could have been made yesterday, or might be made tomorrow. They just had it. Someone has it now.
