New Wave Nostalgia
I was a player in the New
Wave days in St. Louis. I renounced my teen band, Jambox,
and decided to embrace the liberating ethos of punk.
Back then, punk wasn't
just another musical style in a vast smorgasbord of eclectic
tastes open to constant consumer whim and reevaluation. It
was a life or death struggle against the elitism of the
music industry.
Music was far less open
and democratic back then. This was before MTV brought a
diverse range of music into every household on a national
scale and broke the deathlock local radio claimed on St.
Louis musical tastes.
You couldn't be a musician
unless you were a virtuoso. Either you had $100,000 worth of
electronic equipment or you played country rock. There was
disco, fantasy rock, and country rock.
It might seem strange now,
and I think most people today have either forgotten or will
never understand how truly hopeless it all seemed back
then.
I had my watershed moment
when I sat on the back fire escape of a west end apartment
building and read an article about the Sex Pistols in the
Rolling Stone. The article was hedging on them. They were a
fad plain and simple. They would never last. But the example
they set struck a deep chord in me, and a small handful of
other kids around St. Louis.
Anybody could do
this!
That was the great
liberating thought behind the punk revolution. In order to
be good, you didn't have to be truly great. It was enough to
not be boring, which is exactly what the rest of the music
world had become.
My first punk band was the
Oui-Oui Twins, and we were anything but boring and anything
but great. Two beautiful girls, barely 16 years old, Alissa
Feinberg and Rommie Martinez, from Rosati-Kain High School,
came to me and recruited me to be in a band with them. How
could I resist them?
The other guys in the band
wanted to be at least halfway decent musicians. The
incoherent sex-crazed yelps of the Oui-Oui Twins embarrassed
them. Other bands were doing crude 60s-style rock that would
come to be known as New Wave (even though we all hated the
new wave moniker at the time), and they wanted to do stuff
like them.
So after just a couple of
legendary gigs, including the highlight of my entire life,
New Years Eve at Club OP-P, we broke up the band and started
The Obvious.
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