Record Recipes #43
Angst in my pants
A selection of analog recommendations for your listening pleasure. Pulled from my personal collection. Today’s issue: 3 coffees, no lunch.
Duran Duran - Rio. The first time I heard Rio was on a FM radio station somewhere between Biloxi and Gulf Shores. It was raining, and I was given leave to find the station that would score the weekend drive now that we were out of range for Kool 95.7 New Orleans. I was maybe 10 years old, and up to that moment had been raised on a steady diet of Motown and the Beatles. Suddenly confronted with 80’s synths (Rio faded directly into Thomas Dolby), I felt as if I’d discovered something independently of my parents for the very first time. It would take acquisition of my first mp3 player to finally commit to the New Wave life, but better late than never. Hungry Like the Wolf
Plastic Bertrand - Ça Plane Pour Moi.
“So what are you listening to these days, Allison?”
Mind fogs, no less than 12 artists come to mind at once, creating too crowded a field to identify a theme.
“I mean, ask a librarian their favorite book, uh….”
Don’t be the musician who can’t name a musician, dammit, what was on shuffle this morning?
“I am generally always in the mood for late 70’s punk rock.”
Gen Xer nods with approval, moves on to what their teenage daughter is listening to.
Sparks - Angst in My Pants. Persistence looks like 10 albums in 10 years. Longevity looks like, nearly 40 years later, French art house director Leos Carax engaging the brothers Mael in a cinematic rock opera released shortly before their definitive documentary directed by Edgar Wright. That was one wild Cinespia double feature. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many reformed hipsters in one place. I Predict.
Keep listening.