The Rumpus: Dead Kennedys’ ‘Chemical Warfare’
Another piece that I wrote with only one place in mind. I LOVE The Rumpus’ “Songs of Our Lives” column—almost as much as i love writing about the importance of punk rock.
“In 1987, at a family arcade in New Jersey, I’d hoarded enough Skee-ball tickets for a real prize—not just some ratty stuffed animal. I claimed my bounty with fervor: a single-tape boombox small enough to keep under the covers and muffle the sounds of my parents’ endless fighting. In the dark, the volume at just one bar, I’d lie with my ear pressed against the speaker mesh, my index finger poised, waiting to hit record on any of the groups I loved—Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam, Exposé, Kool & The Gang. Then I’d spend hours sleuthing out each nuanced lyric, the staccato start and stops, until the vocals faded and the tapes finally gave out.”
I promise, better music shows up soon. Click here to read the complete essay.