When I was a kid, music was my life.
Olivia Newton-John, the
Beatles and
Simon and Garfunkel were my absolute favorites. But the summer of '82 was a turning point in my young life. My brother Bill came home from his internship at
The Phoenix Gazette one night with a stack of promotional LPs he'd gotten and it introduced us to a whole new sound:
The Cure's "Pornography,"
Siouxsie and the Banshees' "Juju" (with a bonus 7-inch of "Israel"),
Gang of Four's "Songs of the Free,"
Wall of Voodoo's
"Call of the West,"
Oingo Boingo's "Nothing to Fear," plus "Urgh! A Music War" with
Klaus Nomi,
XTC, the
Fleshtones,
Magazine and so on.
But the album that made the biggest impression on us -- along with my pal Greg -- was easily X's "Under the Big Black Sun." We'd never heard anything so cool as Billy Zoom's powerful rockabilly guitar licks, and John Doe and Exene Cervenka were like the punk Buckingham- Nicks: so great alone, but so much better together.
Although I later got and loved its predecessors, "Los Angeles" and "Wild Gift," "Under the Big Black Sun" is still my favorite for it's the one album that can truly make me feel like I'm 15-year-old Columbus, discovering the New
Wave World.