The friend I mentioned yesterday, the one who gave me most of his Cure tapes, sat behind me in Social Studies my sophomore year. We were passing notes. What? Okay, right. Gather round again, kids. You know how when you want to talk to somebody…
1989. The year of the dramapocalypse. It probably seems strange to anyone who knows me today, but prior to 1989 I had no real hope of being onstage. I’d been a mediocre singer in middle school choir, and that was about it. I’d had hopes…
And so we arrive at the first entry in this project that discusses music I’m certain I heard in the year it was actually released. I picked you out, I shook you up and turned you around Turned you into someone new I wasn’t working…