In my last post, I stated that Neil Postman was the first white dude to make my list. I was mistaken. I overlooked my first white man, Peter Gabriel. Nicky alerted me to the oversight (which is a very confusing word it means neglect and supervision, strange). In the early '90s, I listened to Peter Gabriel all the time. I loved his 1986 SO album, and annoyed everybody in my college dorm with my obsession with his 1992 US album. I listened to US all the freaking time, I don't how I could devote so much time to an album that is universally rated as mediocre. Actually, I am sure drugs facilitated this enjoyment. There is something oddly depressing about a fit and athletic 18 year old repeatedly getting stoned and blasting Come Talk To Me, Kiss that Frog, Blood of Eden, and Digging in The Dirt, etc, but I loved the Sinead O'Connors backing vocals and the photos in the CD booklet had trippy pictures that enriched the meaning of each song. Seriously, I spent years listening to this album and I am sure I quoted his music into my college essays.
Peter Gabriel incorporated music from all over the world into his songs, which ended up costing me hundreds of dollars as I purchased way too many CDs from his Real World label--I bought some Indian women speaking in tongue and utilizing some drone thing and forced myself to listen to it numerous times. In the cannabis cloud, it became funnier and funnier. I remember blasting her songs out of my dorm windows one Friday night and reveling,with my friends, in the hilarity the soundtrack created as students climbed Jefferson Hill--It was almost as funny as throwing frozen yogurt up to overhead along the walkway to the cafeteria and waiting for it to fall on somebody. I think I would hate my younger self now.
I have to feed my daughter now and thorry this post sucks...peace.
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