Who Killed Mr. Moonlight?
SoI just recently acquired the entirety of my old Bauhaus collection and happen to be listening to "Burning From The Inside" right now at work. I was immediately thrown back into my 16-year-old self, sitting in my attic bedroom listening to the vinyl dolby resonance (YesGaspVINYL!) pounding through the headphones as I would scour the remnants of what I deemed "cool" that littered every inch of my wallsscraps of newspaper, drawings, photos, life sized posters of (I cannot believe I am going to admit this)Boy George, Tommy Conwell and the Young Rumblers, The Fixx, Siouxsie, Circle Jerks, Black Flag, you name it manI collected and hung it. Sixteen was a funny time for me - I was a walking collage of discombobulated dichotomy. Bauhaus seems to have captured it all in one fell swoop. I dunno - I have been feeling contemplative lately. About this time period in particular. Perhaps it is due to all the record store shopping we have done recentlypouring over the dusty vinyl, as I haven't done since those precise days, as too loud pretentious pseudo punk blares throughout the misshapen dank store - it has brought me back. It was a very innocent time wasn't it? I was still hopeful and intrigued and inspired by so very little in those days. I have really been enjoying the music of that time.and the young un-jaded mind that went with it. Because, see, I am still hopeful and inspired and intrigued - it is just that the muse has shifted. And it is my family that touches me the most. And damned straight the tribe will be playing Bauhaus as at very high decibels - on VINYL - during dinner tonight.
Now carry ongo forth and purchase records of history that touch you. I demand it.
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nocontrol:
Bauhaus were, and continue to be, brilliant and innovative. Shit, their music is still cutting edge even today, which is, what...almost 30 years later? God, can it be that long? In any case, I saw them on tour a few years ago and they still had it. They owned that crowd. Peter Murphy prowled the stage like a mad ballet dancer on acid...so ferocious he could have stared down Rollins at his testosterone-fueled best. Listening to their music is one of those things that can still take me back to a specific place and time and make me smile. Thanks for the reminder.
doctashock:
It's been almost two months since I bought any new records... it's killing me I tell ya.