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"No one understands me!"
Today is Ally Sheedy's birthday. The last misunderstood teen icon of my generation is 45. In honor of her birthday and her everlasting character from The Breakfast Club, I'd like to give you the opportunity to express a song, band, or album that only you seem to like, either presently or during your formative years. Perhaps Ally Sheedy's character would understand.
Here's one I think about playing for Ally's character...
Glenn Branca, "Lightfield (In Consonance)"
If I haven't tried to shove Glenn Branca's The Ascension down your throat already, be certain that I'll get to you yet. Despite my best intentions, I've never found a buddy to hang with and high five over the playing of this album. The other night I dreamt that Conan O'Brien and I hit the town on a raucous coke binge. We were snorting up piles of the white stuff, high-fiving over each other's assorted hi-jinx and quips. It was a wonderful time. Perhaps the coke-hound Conan of my dreams would understand this album. I listen to The Ascension like I'm watching replays of the 1980s Phillies-Astros National League Championship playoff series or Secretariat's 31-length Belmont Stakes victory, cheering on the known and inevitable outcome, cheering on that moment when the victor's foot presses down on the opponent's throat and an unspoken (in everyday life) joy is released. This type of activity first stirs then washes away memories of hard times. I'm sure it's a psychologically sound - probably even recommended - practice.
So that's my Ally Sheedy moment. Let's hear yours!
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