I'm a tad younger than the John Hughes Era (I was in Kindergarden when Breakfast Club (my fave) came out). But I had a brother who was a Senior in Highschool and therefore, I hung around and idolized his friends, music, films, and became an "80s baby". That's what they called me when it was nearing the Millennium, I was a teenager and clubbing on New Wave, Synth-Pop or '80s' night. Older people which were my friend but always a decade older used to say "You are 18 and know this music and these bands better than we do and we grew up to it.... shouldn't you be into Alanis Morrissette, Greenday, Nirvana, Nine Inch Nails and other very now/90s stuff??"
Though those hold a place for me (well, not greenday, really..) it wasn't as soul enriching as my Cure, Smiths, Joy Division, Depeche Mode', New Order, solo Morrissey and all that great Brit Post Punk Synth-Pop that came out when I was playing with my care bear, glo-worm, shrinky-dinks and lightbrights.
I am still an 80s chick. Not the regular status symbol, brick cell phone, coke-snortting yuppie 80s but the underground 80s, the 'real' 80s. I WANTED my MTV (cuz it showed cool videos 24/7 and never a show....UNLESS it was about music), I thought 'Duckie' should have gotten Molly Ringwald in 'Pretty in Pink',I saw Haley's Comet and a year or so later watched The Challenger explode, and to quote Ally Sheedy when yummie Judd screams "who cares?!?!?" I just have to answer (with my quivering bottom lip) "I care......sniffle sniffle"
In The Breakfast club, they said "When you grow older, your heart dies"
Ah, we probably actually are the same age. I was born in 79 but I was a bit precocious and liked the music and films aimed at people 5-10 years older than me. 90s stuff didn't have the same appeal and I would bitch along with my older friends at goth clubs every time "Closer" came on because it lacked the sheer mindblowing awesome of 80s goth and post-punk. And we were supposed to paint our faces white and listen to Marilyn Manson? Screw that.
Same with teen comedies. They stopped being good at around the time I was the target market for them, but when I was a wee kid, I desperately wanted to be like Ally Sheedy in Breakfast Club.
Hah, I guess I was just a crusty old bugger before my time. :)
OMG, are we twins separated at birth??cinematixyzJune 6 2013, 13:15:35 UTC
LOL. I am Aug '79 so yes, you and I are the same age and I too was that way. I happened to be a 'darkwaer' (It was the 90s so people wouldn't let me call myself a new-waver and I hated to be called the dreaded "G" word, though people said 'check out the goth chick all the time' and I would be very upset....and I was at the HEIGHT of my club-kid, dog-collar wearing, four-inch heals, never let the sun touch my skin since I naturally had that pale Brit skin, staying away from the sun made me almost translucent naturally......and what do you think happened?? Marilyn fucking Manson (or as I called those teens (because I always thought of and felt myself as one of the old ones...the original new-wavers, though my third grade teacher would beg to differ, I am sure) "Mansonites" and they came in and ruined my/our club chi. Now, I am the first to admit, he's a smart dude and very political as am I, but I don't like 98 percent of his music. Yes I went to Goth/Industrial nights...but was happiest when they played stuff that was a decade or more older that the current stuff.
I'm not a hardcore, Industrial music fiend, Boot wearing, pierced, angry -looking- person (that's my other half, Yearrgsworth). I am a lace and poetry, blood and music, crying and dancing then feeding the ducks at dawn NEW-WAVER that happens to like my new-wave dark. It's like a steak or something. Others like their new wave rare, I like my New Wave Dark.
Marilyn Manson was the WORST THING that could have happened to me and my cronies that year... One day, after the third or fourth person tried to pick me up by telling me how much they loved Manson, I went a little crazy. I was stoned, yes, but hey...I don't remember alot of the 90s, so...
Anyway, on that particular day, I SNAPPED and like pee-wee herman having his 'word of the day', anytime anyone said 'Marilyn, Manson' or said them together, I gave myself permission (Indoors, outdoors, didn't matter) to start screaming/fake singing "THE BEAUTIFUL PEEEEEEEPLE....THE BEAUTIFUL PEEEEPPPPPLLLLEEEE UUUUHHHHHHHH!!!!"
We were kicked out of a few places but my friends were amused, so.... yeah, That Dick really fucked up 1996 and 1997 for me, IIRC.
Since Y. knows the story and how I hate Manson's music and the teens from pop gothic...I mean hot Topic (he called them 'Prostatots'), if we are driving down a long stretch of road and all is quiet for a while, outta the blue I will start in with 'The beautiful people!!!! the beautiful people!!!!!' and try to drool as my finale'.
Have I said too much?? (I haven't said enough...) =)
So funny that we were crusty music snob 80s babies while in out teens....that is too funny. Makes me just love you more, Tabby...
Re: OMG, are we twins separated at birth??sabotabbyJune 6 2013, 14:29:24 UTC
Hahaha. I suspect we'd have gotten along back in the day (and now, of course).
It was all so ZOMG new and exciting that it didn't occur to me to make distinctions between the different sects of Dark Spooky People, but I was generally more inclined to identify with the black jeans, black t-shirt, big boots version of goth, and my friends and I were appalled to see our clubs suddenly invaded by the equivalent of Hot Topic-wearing Mansonites. (We didn't have Hot Topic in Canada back then; in fact, I'd never been in a Hot Topic until two days ago. But that's another story.) We wrote 'zines about how much the new shit sucked and stomped out for a smoke break whenever something deemed too mainstream came on.
Fortunately, in my most active clubbing years, both the regular DJs at the three goth-industrial clubs and the radio DJ who influenced so much of my taste in music were generally inclined to pander to the 80s music snobs. :) Eventually, the music got more poppy and annoying and I drifted back into what was left of the punk scene. I was quite pleased last weekend when I actually encountered a new DJ (alas, from Montreal, which is a bit far to travel to go clubbing) who played all the right music. An acquaintance of mine immediately bought him a vodka. It was excellent.
Re: OMG, are we twins separated at birth??cinematixyzJune 7 2013, 18:14:42 UTC
I just hated the people that did it for fashion and not because they were naturally nocturnal hearted and loved a certain type of music, art, fashion, poetry and were expressing themselves. The "Mansonites" as I called them were trying to be "cool" or something... they didn't have a dark bone in their body. They had great childhoods, both parents, never went hungry, never had friends die young, never had the experiences that made some of us who and how we are...which happened to manifest itself in ALL ways...music... dance...speech.. personality...and finally, yes, of course, clothing.
That was and is my problem. The "I'm sooo Gothic it hurts" kids that never felt true want, loss, or heartache in their life. Like Morrissey said "I wear black on the outside, because black is how I feel on the inside...".
I remember being a hippie in my core (do unto other, love thy neighbor, and was basically an atheist christian pollyanna type, saving animals and collected misfit souls, one at a time).
But in my early teens, I still wore love beads and flowers in my hair and I am still a Beatles freak, but after going to not one, not two, but three funerals in a six month period, all very close to me, two very young and horrible deaths, one from Aids and one from a pointblank gunshot that never got solved...plus I got raped in that same six months, something inside started to change...
That Idealist hippie is still in here...but I started listening and understanding my Cure, Depeche Mode, and Smiths more and more.
There was an 'in-between year' my friends called in when I was half "goth" half hippie...tie-dye and velvet skirts, lace, new-wave band buttons and braids with flowers and beads... My Idealism was conflicted with the knowledge that life wasn't good and I wasn't going to change the world for the better. And i was wounded. Every funeral, every smack, every hurt, the wound festered, you know? And it came out in my music, my writing, my painting, my dancing, and my clothes.
But the affluent golden child of their family that never saw a corpse, or gave CPR trying to save a loved ones life, the girl that dressed like a goth slut in pain that had never screamed and clawed when a man twice her size raped her...the kids (and adults) that had NO ANSWER to why they dressed that way or that they were in pain but when asked why had NO ANSWER... yeah, that really got on my wick.
My friends and I had been through and seen so much horror it felt like we were being mocked somehow when Johnny all American dyed his hair black over a weekend and asked me for my old fish nets to make sleeves.
Pain like that doesn't come over a weekend. He was doing it for fashion.....and people danced to songs without knowing the words, meaning, or even the band. made me fucking shake. and I'm a pacifist... yet that angered me.
Anyway, you are right to buy a cool DJ a drink..every new city I go to and club I decided is going to be one of my haunts, first thing I do is get friendly (platonically) with the D.J.s. Usually telling them I DJed in NYC works (which is a fact) but sometimes it takes a few weeks of drink buying and talking about music...then we are friends..and my entrance would be announced and 'my song' played.
SIGH....Don't you miss it.... I do... we would have had fun. I only ever had one female friend that whole time (my clubbing days) and she was MUCH more 'hardcore' that I (had 17 piercings..mostly down there) so she liked Industrial nights and I loved New Wave or Goth nights so I would go for her and she'd go for me...but usually, I had a posse' of male mates. ::nostalgic smile::
Re: OMG, are we twins separated at birth??sabotabbyJune 7 2013, 19:43:58 UTC
I had nowhere near that level of intense awfulness. Hugs if you want 'em. I had my share of angst, and I was just drawn to the dark and morbid and all things minor key.
Funny, I don't think I had many female goth friends either. One that I can recall, and she was a little younger than me and much more into the fashion over the music. Nowadays, my old goth friends are much more gender-balanced, so where were all the ladies back then?
Trying to be Gwen Stephani,getting Buddy Holly Glasses,Bettie Page bangs & Betty Boop shirtscinematixyzJune 7 2013, 22:38:09 UTC
I didn't mean to 'woe is me' it, I was just offended at those that did it to get some guy or look 'the part' at a club then raving the next night and maybe going to house night or country western night at some dive club on the outskirts where none of us would catch them... Posers. Nothing inside to say. Those that wore "Bauhaus" teeshirts yet couldn't name a single member of the band or song. THAT is what pissed me off. All the people that flood the dance floor when "It's friday, I'm in love" come on because it's the -one- they know. That's when I take a slash or go to the bar. It's not a great tune to dance to...and the floor gets crowded. Heh.
Have no idea how we started talking about this here instead of in my other blog, but I forgot to tell you that my analyst at the time (my mother was a psycho-analyst/social worker and felt everybody needed one so I started seeing one doctor or another at 7)
Anyway, when I went from a pot-smoking hipping, picking wildflowers and giving them out to strangers in shops to a dark and angsty person in the last six months of '95 or so, she said I was starting to dress in black because I was subconsciously preparing myself inside and out for the NEXT funeral. I always found that an interesting idea and therefore it made it's way into my mental rolodex. Heh.
Re: Trying to be Gwen Stephani,getting Buddy Holly Glasses,Bettie Page bangs & Betty Boop shirtssabotabbyJune 8 2013, 00:33:46 UTC
Don't even get me started on the Kids These Days and their Joy Division t-shirts that they bought at Hot Topic and how Ian Curtis is rolling in his grave.
Though those hold a place for me (well, not greenday, really..) it wasn't as soul enriching as my Cure, Smiths, Joy Division, Depeche Mode', New Order, solo Morrissey and all that great Brit Post Punk Synth-Pop that came out when I was playing with my care bear, glo-worm, shrinky-dinks and lightbrights.
I am still an 80s chick. Not the regular status symbol, brick cell phone, coke-snortting yuppie 80s but the underground 80s, the 'real' 80s. I WANTED my MTV (cuz it showed cool videos 24/7 and never a show....UNLESS it was about music), I thought 'Duckie' should have gotten Molly Ringwald in 'Pretty in Pink',I saw Haley's Comet and a year or so later watched The Challenger explode, and to quote Ally Sheedy when yummie Judd screams "who cares?!?!?" I just have to answer (with my quivering bottom lip) "I care......sniffle sniffle"
In The Breakfast club, they said "When you grow older, your heart dies"
I'm glad we proved them wrong....
=) Zuzu
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Same with teen comedies. They stopped being good at around the time I was the target market for them, but when I was a wee kid, I desperately wanted to be like Ally Sheedy in Breakfast Club.
Hah, I guess I was just a crusty old bugger before my time. :)
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I'm not a hardcore, Industrial music fiend, Boot wearing, pierced, angry -looking- person (that's my other half, Yearrgsworth). I am a lace and poetry, blood and music, crying and dancing then feeding the ducks at dawn NEW-WAVER that happens to like my new-wave dark. It's like a steak or something. Others like their new wave rare, I like my New Wave Dark.
Marilyn Manson was the WORST THING that could have happened to me and my cronies that year... One day, after the third or fourth person tried to pick me up by telling me how much they loved Manson, I went a little crazy. I was stoned, yes, but hey...I don't remember alot of the 90s, so...
Anyway, on that particular day, I SNAPPED and like pee-wee herman having his 'word of the day', anytime anyone said 'Marilyn, Manson' or said them together, I gave myself permission (Indoors, outdoors, didn't matter) to start screaming/fake singing "THE BEAUTIFUL PEEEEEEEPLE....THE BEAUTIFUL PEEEEPPPPPLLLLEEEE UUUUHHHHHHHH!!!!"
We were kicked out of a few places but my friends were amused, so.... yeah, That Dick really fucked up 1996 and 1997 for me, IIRC.
Since Y. knows the story and how I hate Manson's music and the teens from pop gothic...I mean hot Topic (he called them 'Prostatots'), if we are driving down a long stretch of road and all is quiet for a while, outta the blue I will start in with 'The beautiful people!!!! the beautiful people!!!!!' and try to drool as my finale'.
Have I said too much?? (I haven't said enough...) =)
So funny that we were crusty music snob 80s babies while in out teens....that is too funny. Makes me just love you more, Tabby...
Zuz
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It was all so ZOMG new and exciting that it didn't occur to me to make distinctions between the different sects of Dark Spooky People, but I was generally more inclined to identify with the black jeans, black t-shirt, big boots version of goth, and my friends and I were appalled to see our clubs suddenly invaded by the equivalent of Hot Topic-wearing Mansonites. (We didn't have Hot Topic in Canada back then; in fact, I'd never been in a Hot Topic until two days ago. But that's another story.) We wrote 'zines about how much the new shit sucked and stomped out for a smoke break whenever something deemed too mainstream came on.
Fortunately, in my most active clubbing years, both the regular DJs at the three goth-industrial clubs and the radio DJ who influenced so much of my taste in music were generally inclined to pander to the 80s music snobs. :) Eventually, the music got more poppy and annoying and I drifted back into what was left of the punk scene. I was quite pleased last weekend when I actually encountered a new DJ (alas, from Montreal, which is a bit far to travel to go clubbing) who played all the right music. An acquaintance of mine immediately bought him a vodka. It was excellent.
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That was and is my problem. The "I'm sooo Gothic it hurts" kids that never felt true want, loss, or heartache in their life. Like Morrissey said "I wear black on the outside, because black is how I feel on the inside...".
I remember being a hippie in my core (do unto other, love thy neighbor, and was basically an atheist christian pollyanna type, saving animals and collected misfit souls, one at a time).
But in my early teens, I still wore love beads and flowers in my hair and I am still a Beatles freak, but after going to not one, not two, but three funerals in a six month period, all very close to me, two very young and horrible deaths, one from Aids and one from a pointblank gunshot that never got solved...plus I got raped in that same six months, something inside started to change...
That Idealist hippie is still in here...but I started listening and understanding my Cure, Depeche Mode, and Smiths more and more.
There was an 'in-between year' my friends called in when I was half "goth" half hippie...tie-dye and velvet skirts, lace, new-wave band buttons and braids with flowers and beads... My Idealism was conflicted with the knowledge that life wasn't good and I wasn't going to change the world for the better. And i was wounded. Every funeral, every smack, every hurt, the wound festered, you know? And it came out in my music, my writing, my painting, my dancing, and my clothes.
But the affluent golden child of their family that never saw a corpse, or gave CPR trying to save a loved ones life, the girl that dressed like a goth slut in pain that had never screamed and clawed when a man twice her size raped her...the kids (and adults) that had NO ANSWER to why they dressed that way or that they were in pain but when asked why had NO ANSWER... yeah, that really got on my wick.
My friends and I had been through and seen so much horror it felt like we were being mocked somehow when Johnny all American dyed his hair black over a weekend and asked me for my old fish nets to make sleeves.
Pain like that doesn't come over a weekend. He was doing it for fashion.....and people danced to songs without knowing the words, meaning, or even the band. made me fucking shake. and I'm a pacifist... yet that angered me.
Anyway, you are right to buy a cool DJ a drink..every new city I go to and club I decided is going to be one of my haunts, first thing I do is get friendly (platonically) with the D.J.s. Usually telling them I DJed in NYC works (which is a fact) but sometimes it takes a few weeks of drink buying and talking about music...then we are friends..and my entrance would be announced and 'my song' played.
SIGH....Don't you miss it.... I do... we would have had fun. I only ever had one female friend that whole time (my clubbing days) and she was MUCH more 'hardcore' that I (had 17 piercings..mostly down there) so she liked Industrial nights and I loved New Wave or Goth nights so I would go for her and she'd go for me...but usually, I had a posse' of male mates. ::nostalgic smile::
Zuzu
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Funny, I don't think I had many female goth friends either. One that I can recall, and she was a little younger than me and much more into the fashion over the music. Nowadays, my old goth friends are much more gender-balanced, so where were all the ladies back then?
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Anyway, when I went from a pot-smoking hipping, picking wildflowers and giving them out to strangers in shops to a dark and angsty person in the last six months of '95 or so, she said I was starting to dress in black because I was subconsciously preparing myself inside and out for the NEXT funeral. I always found that an interesting idea and therefore it made it's way into my mental rolodex. Heh.
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I almost cried but I wasn't going to let him think "she's lost control..."
lol
Zu
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