I can't tell you when I began hearing the Bangles on the radio. They played pop song son a background of pop songs, but some stood out more than others. It wasn't until I was at school that I put together "Hero Takes a Fall" with Bangles, and then I put that together with the bands that were in town LAST WEEK. So, in my first week of school, I missed the Bangles, in their full paisley underground glory, playing a small venue in town. I still rue that day.
I recorded this album onto tape, then listened to it every night while going to sleep. I must have done that for a month. The songs of this album got so familiar to my brain that even now, I have trouble hearing them because I listened to them so much. They become part of my comfort background, where everything is made right.
The sound of the Bangles was eventually associated with the paisley underground, a group of LA bands who looked back to the 60's for musical inspiration. They also fit under the category of jangle pop, which is another love of mine. I didn't know those words back then, so this was my one piece of happiness in circular form.
In this way, I understand the Bronies and I envy them. They have this thing that they love, with both connects them with others and isolates them. Much of my music back in those days did the same thing for me. It game me an emotional connection that I adored, but at the same time, since I listened to the sorts of music that none of my friend did, isolated me. I shared, but there was not fun in the sharing. My musicl got labeled as weird. Boys are dicks that way.
Much to my disappointement, the next album by the Bangles was not LOVE LOVE LOVE. It was good, but it wasn't the same. They had lost the very thing that I most loved about them, that understated yet exerberant musical cheer. Their recordings were now overproduced, intended to produce hits on the radio, which they did. I don't blame them for success, but I do resent being left behind.
The Bangles also revealed in me my love for all girl or girl-dominated bands. To this day, I would rather listen to women sing, and I rather enjoy the songs that they write.
I did end up seeing the Bangles. I saw them once back in 1987 when they rolled through Radford. I caught them again somewhere in the early 2000's playing the 9:30 Club. Both shows were fun enough.
I'll leave you folks with "Going Down to Liverpool."