Insubordiknit

I was a video teenage rock chic!

When I first met my partner, Bill, he was in a band in San Diego called Pure Milk. In fact, it this band he was playing with the instant I saw him, all crazy eyed, jumping up and down and belting out angsty lyrics from the stage of The Velvet, Cocain Andy's club at the time, later to be sold, renamed The Crowbar, and made into a haven for less than friendly skinheads. Late 1995, I, not even legal myself, worked the door, checked IDs, and generally acted cooler (and subsequently lonier) than anyone else. I saw lots and lots of bands that year, most of them lost in the sea of crappiness that is a local music scene. His band, however, stood out, but maybe that was because he stood out, to me. From the very date we met it was 2 months exactly before we decided to gamble our young (I was 20, he was 23) futures on each other and hit Las Vegas for a little Merlin-may-you-marry-us.

Early the next year a SDSU student with a thick german accent and 80s rock sensibilities decided Pure Milk was the band for his Senior Thesis: the video. I wish I could find stills of that footage, if you could see anything though all the lazer lights.. I was the girl, all young and fresh, being sung about with such venom and angst and and and, was that barely-covered love? Yes, I think is was.

Hans took it upon himself to write a little backstory into the songstory -- apparently the reason we (the guy in the song and me, the girl) never worked was my social-climbing-whoredome. Yep, the one scene to really show the viewer this facet of my cardboard performance is me gazing longingly into the window of a little clothing boutique, it's shot from the side so you get me, my reflection, and the well-dressed dummies. Mostly I remember Hans saying, in his thick accent "you want to be the dummies, you wish you were just like them...be...wish...the dummies..."

Yeah, good times. Last month it had been 10 years since purple-y clad merlin heard our I DOs. We know live across the country from where that masterpeice was created, Hans is doing and you will know us by our trail of dead videos (probably) and Bill is in a band I wouldn't cringe to be in the video of, except they wouldn't have need of me with all the bikini clad girlies throwing themselves at the stage whle squirting waterbottles down their taut, tan fronts. Anyway, they've got a new myspace page where you, yes you, gentle knitter, can listen to 2 songs and then go out and tell all your friends, or better yet, your crazy powerful, not to distant, record executive relative to give us some money (because we're already having to move our car to a new location around the neighborhood every night so it doesn't get repo'ed. heh).

Check them out!

Posted by jacey at September 7, 2006 04:29 PM