soundtrack to unemployment : my new obsession vol. 1

Ok, so yeah, I'm prob milking this not working thing to death but whatever. As you're all aware, I'ma try to focus more on music related shit until it's time to get off my extended vacation and get back to work. While I actually have been pretty content with recent musical finds as of late (hello phantogram!), I'm in the mood to revisit and discover some older traxx I prob should have dug up years ago. And the past few weeks I finally decided to flirt with the smidgeon of a handful of siouxsie & the banshees tracks on my ipod - while I only had a few, (face to face, happy house, peek-a-boo, hong kong garden), it was enough to get me smitten.

i'm almost kind of ashamed i never really knew what this british 80's post-punk/new wave/gothic staple was all about. apparently they started out obsessed with what the sex pistols had going on and even recruited sid vicious to temporarily join their outfit with a later on/off obsession of outspoken fan, robert smith of the cure. i've read in interview and interview, time and time again, that pretty much anyone who is or has been relevant in the music scene has been somehow inspired by this group, (i.e. lcd soundsystem, santigold, massive attack, tricky, the smiths, garbage, jeff buckley, radiohead, the list goes on and on). . .

but still. never really paid much attention. i remember, (albeit vaguely), my first actual exposure to this goth-pop orchestral dancey soundtrack. i was at some party of a friend of a friend last winter. i knew maybe 3 people in this apartment packed full of pretentious drunk hipsters. it was a kinda depressing time for me and i wasn't really in the mood to be at this american apparel hellhouse. but when i went into the bathroom, there was a casette player atop of the toilet tank, playing a scratchy, warped casette tape. i remember being cranky and pretty damn drunk and thinking, wait - what is this. glancing at the tape, reading siouxsie & the banshees and thinking, 'go figure, damn hipsters, just jonesin' for some indie cred." despite enjoying the 45 or so seconds it took me to drunkenly urinate, i vowed to get the hell out of the house and forgot all about it.

damn. now that i've gotten a taste, i can't get enough. i've downloaded '83's nocturna (which i think is a live album), '84's hyaena and just purchased one of several greatest hits' comps, 92's collection twice upon a time.

now i think its time for me to apply some heavy ass black eyeliner, douse my head in a can of aquanet, tear up some fish net stockings and go brood into my own reflection in the dark. goddamn, i love the 80's. next up i hope to reignite my angst/passion for the cure and stumble upon any additional 80's noisepop post-new wave delectables or perhaps educate myself on some late 70's punk.

here's to uncle sam footin' the bill.