I seem to remember 1983 as some kind of pivotal year but I can’t remember for the life of me why? It doesn’t need to be repeated that memory is a slippery bastard. I can no longer entirely recall what was mythological creation and what actually happened. Hell, time is always a factor in such things, and it’s not exactly like intoxication doesn’t come into play, and then there is simply the propensity for bullshit. You begin by embellishing a little for the sake of the story. Then it’s too easy having veered from the truth not to topple into fiction. Blah blah blah. Don’t tell me you don’t know. I’ve heard people close to me rewrite shit that happened just last week. I’m not going to call them out on it, but whatever. Know that I see you.
Do I remember this album as it came out though? I could make up a story and say that I do, but that would go even farther into fiction and fantasy though. I just wasn’t this cool in 1983. I just wasn’t. Sorry. The folks in the band can claim the cool. It’s documented in these noisy bangers. They were making history. I was just getting wasted.
Yup. That’s the truth of the matter. There were pipe dreams and drugs. That was the reality of 1983. Regardless of what else was going on, I was in training for what would become the major shaping force of my life…
And we’ll leave it at that. This got dark too quickly.
Sonic Youth though… This was something else.