check out this killer vid from missing persons. this is 1983. the casual listener was unaware that the singer was an intellectual playboy bunny, the drummer was/is considered one of the best and most technically proficient of his generation, and the guitarist got a gig with frank zappa in his teens. pop rock is sly like that. here's the video for words. i hate it when people disable embedding.
welcome to the nascent ingredients of my pop sensibilities:
we are dropping a track called "night" and replacing it with an early contender for the record, "goodbye." ashby calls it his funeral song. i know... we are so upbeat. i'm writing a treatise on the year 1982. more mention of missing persons later. i'm still working this out in my head. its kinda like therapy, but instead of focussing on childhood angst, i'm looking more at the quirky bands that shaped my 7 year old brain.