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ihateyouth · 11.16.2008, 06:28 PM

okay this is a fucked up list that's why it's fun and belongs to SONIC YOUTH GOSSIP.
Think about all those records/songs/bands that remind you of people, situations, phases, good and bad memories. Make a list and post it here.

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I made mine because I wanted to share my deepest darkest secrets (the bad music) with you guys and because i'm emo and bored. so here it goesss

(music chronology. educational self help introspective shit.)

/I'll start with 2003 because I don't remember caring much about new music before that, I don't remember much about anything before I was 14 actually:moved to canada with my father after a fucked up childhood. I listened to Garbage and Dido.

15 year old teen angst - Nirvana. Nirvana was suicidal comfort. I think every rock oriented kid has had Nirvanitis.

my first kickass concert and first joint: The White Stripes. I remember being a loner and spending all my lunch money on cds. I discovered good bands (that sounded the same), I was into detroit rock then. So pretencious! The Stooges. The Gories. The Go. Soledad Brothers. And I was a chilean girl living in Toronto.

after several fights with my father (he came out of the closet and I hated him for it) we came back to Chile. he went to buy cigarettes and never came back. I'd listen to In Utero everyday (Nirvanitis had its first anniversary)

Entered rehab for manic depression in March 2004- I spent more time reading than listening to music here. it's funny, I read The Catcher in the Rye all through my 10 day clinic experience... Seeing double was fun. Still I had my CD player with the detroit shit, Velvet Underground and Smashing Pumpkins.

My post rehab drugged happy self: THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON and Pink Floyd. I remember being high on anti depressives was like smoking Guna Guna. Björk was there too. Jimi Hendrix. Pixies. and then...

I came back living with my mom, it was a mess, went to my grandmother's. Bernard Herrman. (yes, with the london philarmonic, Hitchcock soundtracks were creepy fun) The Who. The Libertines. The Runaways. Patti Smith. Led Zep. Interpol. It was a mix of trendy NY bullshit with Classic Rock.

My life and music got better later that year: I met Portishead, Sonic Youth, Blonde Redhead and I fell in love, had my first hetero sex with Misery is a Butterfly, my first lesbo sex with Dummy etc.

2005: this year was fun; I had a huge crush on this gothpunk cokehead anorexic vegan boy. He introduced me to Siouxsie, the Cure,Joy Division, drugs and booze and Neubaten.

I dyed my hair hot pink and dressed in thrift stores. Of course, I was smoking brown weed and failing school, but I had friends and fun and living the leisure class life. Sex Pistols.

July 2005: My dad called. He was livin' la vida loca in the south- I guess he got bored of casual anal sex or felt guilty about something and realized he had left a daughter behind. BOSSA NOVA and JAZZ. My hair still pink, Caetano Veloso, Gilberto, Coltrane, Nina Simone, Ella. He gave me all his CDs I don't know why, but it was the best gift ever.
He also gave me 5 marijuana plants, 1 skang. (I had no idea how to grow weed then so I fucked it up)

September 2005: I helped my history teacher with some english translations; there was an international school project going on about Global Citizenship. 5 schools from 5 countries involved (Austria, Netherlands, Cameroon, Italy and Chile). I did a good work (I guess that's why I didn't drop out) and to my surprise, a student meeting came up. Location: The Netherlands. I was thrilled. Even more surprising: my classmates voted for me to attend. So I went there and it was fucking amazing. The Velvet Underground, Laurie Anderson. I met the most beautiful people, it was just 10 days but we built friendship and I'm still in touch with the Austrians.
So yeah it was a good year until it ended and depression made its appearance again.

2006: Last year of highschool. Shitty year. My psychiatrist gave me lithium and it fucked me up.
Joy Division and every other manic depressive music. I remember nothing.

2007: entered Film School. Bunch of hippies and frat boys. I realized how much I hate the Beatles. Got good grades, got drunk, got bored. I listened more to Sonic Youth (Daydream Nation, Goo and Murray ZZstreet was all I knew) and I met noise and rock and it was all very inspiring and crazy (yes I'm being sarcastic, the drugs and alcoholism lied to me with bullshit concepts of art and living the moment that lead me nowhere, sticking to my shitty Film School km²)

ANYWAY, the present. I left Film School 5 months ago, I couldn't let the bullshit go any further. 3 semesters is enough.
Early Sonic Youth, Throwing Muses, Hendrix cheer me up. I could make a biographic psychological report linked to my last.fm charts but I think I'm going to keep it to myself, this is enough./

It's funny how music affects emotions and self indulgence and its link with memory. It can be beneficial or have a negative effect, either way it's a factor in my life.
OK now tell me about yours.

11.16.2008, 06:28 PM	#1
ihateyouth children of satan Join Date: Oct 2008 Location: in dreams Posts: 322	okay this is a fucked up list that's why it's fun and belongs to SONIC YOUTH GOSSIP. Think about all those records/songs/bands that remind you of people, situations, phases, good and bad memories. Make a list and post it here. --- I made mine because I wanted to share my deepest darkest secrets (the bad music) with you guys and because i'm emo and bored. so here it goesss (music chronology. educational self help introspective shit.) /I'll start with 2003 because I don't remember caring much about new music before that, I don't remember much about anything before I was 14 actually:moved to canada with my father after a fucked up childhood. I listened to Garbage and Dido. 15 year old teen angst - Nirvana. Nirvana was suicidal comfort. I think every rock oriented kid has had Nirvanitis. my first kickass concert and first joint: The White Stripes. I remember being a loner and spending all my lunch money on cds. I discovered good bands (that sounded the same), I was into detroit rock then. So pretencious! The Stooges. The Gories. The Go. Soledad Brothers. And I was a chilean girl living in Toronto. after several fights with my father (he came out of the closet and I hated him for it) we came back to Chile. he went to buy cigarettes and never came back. I'd listen to In Utero everyday (Nirvanitis had its first anniversary) Entered rehab for manic depression in March 2004- I spent more time reading than listening to music here. it's funny, I read The Catcher in the Rye all through my 10 day clinic experience... Seeing double was fun. Still I had my CD player with the detroit shit, Velvet Underground and Smashing Pumpkins. My post rehab drugged happy self: THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON and Pink Floyd. I remember being high on anti depressives was like smoking Guna Guna. Björk was there too. Jimi Hendrix. Pixies. and then... I came back living with my mom, it was a mess, went to my grandmother's. Bernard Herrman. (yes, with the london philarmonic, Hitchcock soundtracks were creepy fun) The Who. The Libertines. The Runaways. Patti Smith. Led Zep. Interpol. It was a mix of trendy NY bullshit with Classic Rock. My life and music got better later that year: I met Portishead, Sonic Youth, Blonde Redhead and I fell in love, had my first hetero sex with Misery is a Butterfly, my first lesbo sex with Dummy etc. 2005: this year was fun; I had a huge crush on this gothpunk cokehead anorexic vegan boy. He introduced me to Siouxsie, the Cure,Joy Division, drugs and booze and Neubaten. I dyed my hair hot pink and dressed in thrift stores. Of course, I was smoking brown weed and failing school, but I had friends and fun and living the leisure class life. Sex Pistols. July 2005: My dad called. He was livin' la vida loca in the south- I guess he got bored of casual anal sex or felt guilty about something and realized he had left a daughter behind. BOSSA NOVA and JAZZ. My hair still pink, Caetano Veloso, Gilberto, Coltrane, Nina Simone, Ella. He gave me all his CDs I don't know why, but it was the best gift ever. He also gave me 5 marijuana plants, 1 skang. (I had no idea how to grow weed then so I fucked it up) September 2005: I helped my history teacher with some english translations; there was an international school project going on about Global Citizenship. 5 schools from 5 countries involved (Austria, Netherlands, Cameroon, Italy and Chile). I did a good work (I guess that's why I didn't drop out) and to my surprise, a student meeting came up. Location: The Netherlands. I was thrilled. Even more surprising: my classmates voted for me to attend. So I went there and it was fucking amazing. The Velvet Underground, Laurie Anderson. I met the most beautiful people, it was just 10 days but we built friendship and I'm still in touch with the Austrians. So yeah it was a good year until it ended and depression made its appearance again. 2006: Last year of highschool. Shitty year. My psychiatrist gave me lithium and it fucked me up. Joy Division and every other manic depressive music. I remember nothing. 2007: entered Film School. Bunch of hippies and frat boys. I realized how much I hate the Beatles. Got good grades, got drunk, got bored. I listened more to Sonic Youth (Daydream Nation, Goo and Murray ZZstreet was all I knew) and I met noise and rock and it was all very inspiring and crazy (yes I'm being sarcastic, the drugs and alcoholism lied to me with bullshit concepts of art and living the moment that lead me nowhere, sticking to my shitty Film School km²) ANYWAY, the present. I left Film School 5 months ago, I couldn't let the bullshit go any further. 3 semesters is enough. Early Sonic Youth, Throwing Muses, Hendrix cheer me up. I could make a biographic psychological report linked to my last.fm charts but I think I'm going to keep it to myself, this is enough./ It's funny how music affects emotions and self indulgence and its link with memory. It can be beneficial or have a negative effect, either way it's a factor in my life. OK now tell me about yours.
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