Charlie D wrote: Fri Jun 03, 2022 9:07 am
My aforementioned aversion to Radiohead due to my alcoholic ex-housemate has already been linked up top.
There's also that it took me seventeen years before I dared listen to The Cramps again thanks to my first ex-gf, who loved
Bad Music for Bad People (it was played on every road trip) and was verbally abusive to me, was low-key racist, and would hit her kid...
The first time she hit him, with a closed fist, I was too shocked to say anything; I'd never seen anybody hit a kid before. (Yes, I know, I should have left or called the cops or
something.) The second time she hit him, I stood up and barked, "Don't fucking hit him!"
She never hit him again (at least that I know of, no telling what she did while I wasn't around) but shortly after that is when I started getting the weekly drunken phone calls from her dad in Florida telling that if I ever hurt his daughter, he'd kill me.
Nearly a decade later, I was able to rinse some of the bad taste out of my mouth with a laundry room one-night stand with a lovely young woman in a Cramps t-shirt. Fast forward another seven years and there's a podcast covering the abbreviated history of The Cramps and I'm at the record store right after work buying
Psychedelic Jungle and
A Date With Elvis out of the used bin. I've listened to them each once while baking bread over the winter.
I really do want to like them more but I can't totally disassociate them from that memory, which is super crummy.