my stepfather recently found a bag of cassettes from when i was in high school.
i’m listening to them now, and they’re amazing.
tapes from ‘noise the show’ on nyu and ‘new afternoon show'(yes, i used to tape shows on the radio. it’s what you did in the suburbs when you were desperate and starved for music).
right now tim somer is announcing a show with the false prophets and the undead at cb’s and a show with bad brains and the necro’s at irving plaza.
and now they’re playing the exploited’s ‘mucky pup’.
see, nostalgia has teeth.
a part of me wants to go back to when new york was dirty and dangerous and there were clubs everywhere and everyone was poor and apartments were disgusting and inexpensive and everything south of 23rd street was dangerous and no one ever thought of walking through a park after dark and the subways were covered in graffiti and punk rock was sort of new and nightclubs were filled with music that was genuinely new and every week at least 20 records would come out that sounded new and exciting and unlike anything else you’d ever heard.
now a song called ‘2 years too late’ is playing.
maybe some new punk band should update it and call it ’25 years too late’?
it’s nice that nyc is safe and clean now, but i really really really miss the nyc of the late 70’s and 80’s that was dirty and degenerate and dangerous and sexy and unspeakably exciting.
tim somer is still yelling, which is great.
tim somer went on to be in hugo largo and then was a vh-1 vj and then worked at columbia records, i believe.
he definitely has had one of the strangest careers in the music business.
hugo largo were great. i miss them, too.
oh, the song playing is called ‘new york city’. sigh.
-moby
