I'm veering off course here...I just looked back at the last week's worth of postings and I realized that most of what I've written recently has to do with haircolor, drinking, camp iconography, and, um, drinking.
So, here's a jam from the summer of 1989: "Debaser" by the Pixies. Their album Doolittle never left my walkman. I was holed up in Chicago (well, Evanston, really) for a summer program and was making videos and short films and was coming to the realization that I was gay through and through.
What "Debaser" had to do with that realization, I do not know. Its references to Un Chien Andalou? Who knows.
I do know my art-fagdom turned a deeper shade of magenta that summer.