Readers Write: I Love The ’90s
Yesterday’s write-up of/intro to Yo La Tengo’s I Am Not Afraid Of You And I Will Beat Your Ass produced a pair of like-wow dueling memory lanes.
First, Citizen Mom reveals — shocker — that she also was a Sundays fan:
So OK I, too, was at that YoLaTengo/Sundays show at the TLA back in high school, though I was probably totally stoned and thus, don’t remember much about the YLT opener. What I DO remember is wishing I could sing, because every guy in the place was muttering about how much he wanted to fuck Harriet Wheeler.
And I still rock the Sundays’ first cd, though it strikes me now that too many of their songs mention bathrooms and vomiting. Grody.
AmyZQ
And after the jump, Lord Whimsy reveals his (and ours) hidden Barnabys shame.
I recall seeing the Barnabys play a gig in some empty place with a balcony near 2nd and South I cannot recall during one especially lively greek weekend-cum-sidewalk grand guignol that marked/marred Philly summers in the early 90’s. The lad in question was well before his expiration date: his youthful optimism kept in check only by his freshly cut neck and virtuous gray t-shirt, thick glasses, jean cutoff shorts and oxblood doc martens boots (come to think of it, they were all dressed in that manner). Joey would razz my wife during the gig, who was in the audience of six–I think he was sweet on her.
I once tried to insinuate myself into the Amerindie scene, but I was purged on charges of inauthenticity (I think I was really into Pale Saints, Seefeel and Spoonfed Hybrid at the time). Those early 90’s were bleak years, but the Make Up made up for it later. I recall spending all of ‘96 exclaiming, “That’s the sound! That’s the look! I think my little pancreas shook!”
Go see Jeffrey Marsh’s marvelous band play tonight at Khyber. He’s a homosexual, so you just know he’s gonna be entertaining.
~W
That’s right. Lord Whimsy just said Seefeel. And for the trainspotters out there, that show was at Ulana’s. Now please pardon us while we go drink the fountain of youth stone dry.










