Last post I mentioned how MTV's
120 Minutes introduced me to a lot of great music back in the days before the Interweb. Out of curiosity, I dug up the playlists from my junior and senior years of high school to see just how much music I would have missed out on had I actually gone to bed at a decent hour on Sundays.
Quite a lot, as it turns out. Here's some of my favorites, with links to videos where I could find them. I can remember making some of my first mix tapes with these songs, patching the audio output from my parents' VCR into my boom box and recording everything onto glorious Maxell 90-minute cassettes.
Fresh.
The Sisters of Mercy: I loved goth-rock before I even knew what goth was.
"Lucretia My Reflection" aired in July of '88. Almost twenty years later, I still don't know what the lyrics are supposed to mean.
That same episode featured
"Peek-a-Boo" by Sioxsie and the Banshees. I think I bought the cassette of
Peepshow the next week.
The video for Billy Bragg's excellent "
Waiting for the Great Leap Forwards" aired in June. This
YouTube video is actually for "There is Power in a Union" from
Talking With the Taxman About Poetry. It's worth watching for the AFL-CIO organizer in full cheerleader drag. Due to the relative obscurity of Bragg here in the States (or, at least, in Scenic Western Maryland) I didn't get my hands on an album of his until two years later, when I stumbled on copies of
Worker's Playtime and Taxman in the discount bin of the Virgin megastore in London.
The Primitives' "
Crash" was another July '88 offering - I must have been up late a lot that July. Apparently, it was remixed for the movie
Dumb and Dumber; something I only just learned as I've been steadfastly avoiding seeing any part of that movie since it came out.
Finally, "
Reptile", by The Church, aired in August of '88. I think I may have actually seen the video for
"Under the Milky Way" earlier that year, but I can't prove it. Both songs together got me to pony up for a copy of
Starfish in time for the back-to-school moping season. (I
lettered in Mope.)
My dad introduced me to the Pogo comics, and I quickly fell in love with Walt Kelly's style of drawing, his characters' outrageous dialects, and the often equally outrageous lettering styles that accompanied them.
