Blondie's New York

[Greg_phpbb3_import1]

It's the story of Blondie's recording of their iconic album Parallel Lines.

Usually, I like these behind the music documentaries. Okay, I like them a lot. But this one, didn't really do it for me. Maybe I've seen to many of them and I'm just getting a feeling of ennui?

They had everyone from the band talking about the album. They also had the record producer and various hanger-ons. The Blondie story is a lot like the Def Leperd story. Basically, a big time producer forced the band into rising above themselves to make popular music.

The stories behind the songs weren't very revelatory. Deborah Harry seemed completely out of it or maybe she just didn't want to be there. Her boyfriend/lead guitarist was his usual affected self, still bitter than he didn't get enough credit for the band.

I was surprised to find that other people in the band actually wrote some of the songs, but that was about it.

To think instead of watching this and the John Denver doc, I could have been watching the Shatner's Star Trek doc.

[Drunk Monk]

Okay, this is from well over a decade ago, maybe more. She was playing the Kaiser, a solo gig. I was working RM and snuck into the soundcheck as I am wont to do. It was rather informal (sometimes soundchecks can be super uptight). Deborah was being very playful waiting for the sound guys to get their cagener together. She was waving at roadies, being very flirty and making everyone smile. She had this little toy gun, one of those old spring-action suction cup things. I figured I'd casually mosey past front-of-stage (RM strictly forbids such behavior but others were doing it). As I walked past, she pointed her toy gun and shot, but she was all out of suction cup bullets. She mouthed a little 'pew' sound and winked. I was forever smitten. If only she had ammo left, I would have treasured that suction cup bullet.

[Greg_phpbb3_import1]

Why are we keeping all these fine stories in something as sketchy as your head?

Write them down before they vanish out the Caganer.

[Drunk Monk]

And for this fine repository of my hallucinogenic memories, I am forever grateful to you, Greg.

Well, at least until the forum crashes again. That's like on Gilligan's Island, when Mary-Anne loses her memory from getting bonked on the head with a coconut and thinks she's Ginger. It's just like that. Srsly.

[Greg_phpbb3_import1]

When I get bonked on the head, I never think I'm DM.

[Drunk Monk]

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