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The Pit of Punkness.
October 16, 2005
So, as it turns out, one of my arch enemies is not actually an arch enemy. Which is a relief, although I feel it does diminish my infamy to a degree. The good, however, does outweigh the bad (as it almost always does) and Ms. Lunchbox was kind enough to grant me an account on her site which includes a photo album filled to bursting with pictures of punk rockers from the Chicagoland area circa mid-late eighties. Which was a time in my life that I fondly, fondly remember.
The first thing I thought of while thumbing through the images was how young they all looked. These kids I hung out with at various intervals - most of whom I mostly knew by hairstyle as opposed to name - were just kids. They all look surprisingly unintimidating. I have the urge to pinch cheeks. Mere babes.
& I stumbled across the photo of a boy named Mike King, who I used to have a huge crush on. All of my dendrites were straining to remember my brief moments of contact with him. Did he call me or did I call him? Was it a mutual crush? If so, why didn't we ever hang out? It started to make my head hurt after awhile, but it was nice to see a photo of him, and remember sweet things.
It was an awesome time, a cool scene, and wonderful, wonderful people. I'm so thankful to Misha for gathering the photographs. I might have to look through my albums and see if there are any that I can contribute to the cause. And if you lived in Chicago or suburbs around that era (1986-1991 are my main points of interest) and hung out at McGreevy's (or was it McGreevey's?) or Durty Nellies or McGregor's or any of the Clubs in Chicago proper like Medusa's or...gosh, where else was there? Exit? Wrigleyside? Any of those places...do get in touch. I would love to hear how our stories match up. Or don't. At one point, I made a list of people from that era that I was looking for...I just might do that again in the near future to see if I can snag any reunions with long-lost friends. It's always nice to see what people have done with their lives.
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Damn--I want to look at the pictures to see if an old boyfriend is in them. He was from Northbrook, but he introduced me to Medusa's--my only time there. He was more in the vein of sappy hippy folksinger boy, his friend Louey though was CRAZY.
crazy Louey sounds familiar, actually.