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when you live in NYC, you get to have some stories. i haven’t had one of these “stories” in a long while, but blackouts are one of those things on the list. they’re epically creepy (and obviously annoying in the heat). looking back, they were way more dramatic than it could ever be now. we had no cellphones, or at least not many of us did. you couldn’t tweet about it or really post about it. i’m sure there were some people that had ways to, but the majority of people couldn’t.
for some odd reason, i didn’t post about it on my site when it actually happened. i looked through my blog post archives, and i legit just skipped over it, like it wasn’t important to document for some stupid reason. i wish i had pics from back then. why didn’t i always have a disposable camera with me? sigh.
when this one happened, i was working at west coast video on an afternoon into closing shift. i can’t for the life of me remember who i was working with, but i remember we were there for about an hour or two and nothing was going on, so we were trying to close. our district manager refused to let us.
everyone keeps posting albums on instagram, uhhhhh i think their most influential albums or some shit (lol, clearly i’m paying attention on social media). i’m guessing that means coming of age albums. i don’t post shit like that on instagram, i actually still just post actual photos (unless it’s the occasional reminder post to follow my mobile wallpapers account so that you can see when i post new ones), so i figured i’d do something like that here.
instead of most influential, i’ll do the first 10 full albums that i can remember from childhood (which are honestly still in regular/heavy rotation even today)… thank you, mom ♥
she’d drive around day after day, week after week, month after month and year after year with these albums on repeat, and they’re part of me i’ll never be able to shake. these songs are always in my weekly/monthly playlist that i shuffle through.
one 4th of july back when i was younger, maybe 1994/1995, we were at peter and clara’s (friends of my mother) celebrating out in huntington, long island. they were living in a basement apartment of a house, that was located behind a small farmer’s market. we used to go there pretty often, and his landlord let them/us use the backyard for bbq’s and get togethers. so on the 4th of july that year, we were all hanging out in lined up lawn chairs in front of the market once the sun went down. across from the market, there was a big, open field where we were watching fireworks. just so that you can get a sense of what it looked like, click here and swing the angle around.
so we were all watching the fireworks, talking, joking when peter and clara’s landlord decided to tell us a creepy story about something that happened in front of the market. back in the 1980’s, there was a couple that had been married for none too long, before the husband murdered his wife. apparently, he had strangled her, bagged her, and left her body in front of an electrical pole — not 50 feet from where we were all sitting. so of course my mother, who has a strong 6th sense, decides to go over to the pole to check it out.
as soon as my mother went over there, you could see she wasn’t comfortable anymore. she definitely felt bad vibes over by the pole… she sat back down in the lawn chair to try to digest what she had just felt, and not even minutes later, this tiny black bird comes bee lining for my mother. i was kneeling in front of my mother and i was trying to tell everyone it was coming right for us, and no one heard me. my mother didn’t even realize what was going on, i’m guessing it was because it was really late at night, so no one saw it. the bird finally decided to land, and it was right on my mother’s knee…
one of my favorite songs EVER ever ever ever is “never tear us apart” by INXS. aside from the song being amazing, it reminds me of my mother. i know that i’ve boasted about loving her musical taste that she raised me on as a child before, so i’ll spare you that repeat schpeel. some songs just pull at my heart strings when it comes time to her/music, and that album is one of those thangs.
in addition to the adoration that i have for this album via mom, sometimes just fall into this INXS “Kick” kick, and i can’t shake it for weeks (yesterday it started up again). that album is so amazing and i get so teary eyed thinking that michael hutchence is no longer with us.
the last time that i saw this video was on VH1 “pop-up video”, and it had to be at least a decade ago. on my walk to and from dunkin just now, i was listening to this song and realized while i was walking, that the weather today is just like in that video. foggy, rainy, chilly, and i was walking along side a cemetery that runs up the avenue by my apartment and it just reminded me of the video’s setting. so i watched it… you should also.
this video seriously makes me fight off sadness, it’s hard for me to watch it, he was so perfectly beautiful. when he died, his coffin was carried out of the church with this song playing in the background, that makes me even sadder.</3
if i ever get married, i’m walking down the aisle to this song, and it will be my wedding song for sure. i nearly died of jealousy and astonishment when they had it at blair’s wedding to that french price dude. seriously, who stole my idea?! they had an orchestra playing it, there was no lyrics, but they shortened the song by cutting out the sax solo, which was perfect.
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after watching the video, i fell down a wikipedia/articles wormhole and found out a bunch of shit about michael hutchence. i remember thinking about how when i was younger, people thought when he died, he died of some perverted asphyxiation thing. while he did die by choking to death by his belt, the coroner said it wasn’t erotic at all, just a mixture of depression, booze and pills that led him to what happened that night.
tl;dr – he was super upset that he couldn’t have his daughter and his girlfriend’s kids for the holidays, and his choice of girlfriend was completely awful.
i never knew all of the problems that he was having in life up to that point. the worst things were that he got injured to the point that he couldn’t smell or taste anymore, which severely depressed him and the last straw was that he got mixed up in a horrible mess of a relationship with a groupie/tv host named paula yates. if the vast internet isn’t lying, inxs’s management tried to keep her far away from him… but she managed to have him eventually anyway. heavy drugs and cheating, etc. – just a horrible mess.