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I still haven't learned that lesson
I was thinking about the micro-meme that was kicking around the flist yesterday, and realized something. I realized that I could go on about seeing bands like The Cure, Depeche Mode and REM before they began to show signs of near universal appeal; or about the Boston club scene that saw the rise of bands like Pixies and Mission to Burma; or even about making it to see the right indie-rock outfits at the right shows at the right times before it could definitely be demonstrated that they had "sold out" (or whatever we're calling "losing their artistic integrity because they wanted a steak" these days)... but really, there's really only one show that matters.


You're probably wondering how I got pulled into a Christian hair metal concert at a time when I woke up every morning to a 7AM Sid Vicious wake-up call, when I considered the Violent Femmes to be high art, and when nearly every cassette left in my car slowly morphed into London Calling. Like so many things that went horribly wrong, this was about a girl.

I met her in chorale (I think), and she snookered me. See, I was fairly convinced that she was amongst the disaffected alternateen theater geeks who made up most of my friends group in high school, and these folks generally had a similar aesthetic that could be interpreted to mean (at the very least) a) a certain appreciation of dark humor, b) an attitude that was best characterized as moody and improvisational, and b) a decent selection of music. I made assumptions, but none were so grand as the assumptions that she made about me. She took me on as a project because she assumed I should be "saved."

Since I was kind of keen over the attentions of a socially awkward but still very cute girl, I missed any of the warning signs that should have clued me into what was coming. I was so blinded that when she asked me if I wanted to go to a show, I didn't bother asking any of the whos or wheres or whats and happily trundled along until I was sitting in a theater well outside of Portland pondering whether diagonal black and yellow stripes were more or less slimming than those on the horizontal because OH MY GOD THE HORROR.

The best part? By the time the show started, we got hit with a white-out and there was no way for us to leave.
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schizohedron From: schizohedron Date: February 2nd, 2008 10:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
I remeber Stryper, but I didn't remember how their publicity photos made them look like a group schools rent to teach kids about driving safely through highway construction sites.

By Hastur, check out their Wikipedia page for a look at their light rig. (Komos: May cause flashbacks. Have Satan handy.)
komos From: komos Date: February 3rd, 2008 06:06 am (UTC) (Link)
Once they hit the 90's, they changed their image to include far less yellow and far more black leather, so you may be remembering the latter days. I saw them in 1986, when they were at the height of their powers, and yes, that was precisely what the stage looked like.

You can imagine my reaction.
sassyinkpen From: sassyinkpen Date: February 2nd, 2008 10:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
And do you remain more or less unsaved then?

(That picture...My god, my eyes)
komos From: komos Date: February 3rd, 2008 06:03 am (UTC) (Link)
I regret to say that I think seeing her naked would have brought me closer to god than seeing Stryper in a white-out, but alas, chère, it was not meant to be.
wanderyng1 From: wanderyng1 Date: February 2nd, 2008 10:28 pm (UTC) (Link)
...and here I thought seeing Winger live would win any and all such contests. I am mistaken and humbled.
komos From: komos Date: February 3rd, 2008 05:59 am (UTC) (Link)
I heard they were big in Japan.
wanderyng1 From: wanderyng1 Date: February 3rd, 2008 06:05 am (UTC) (Link)
I know how much you must miss them, so courtesy of YouTube, please enjoy:

komos From: komos Date: February 3rd, 2008 06:08 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm so glad I can laugh now.
jawalter From: jawalter Date: February 2nd, 2008 10:50 pm (UTC) (Link)

On the contrary ...

I remember being trapped at the Beer Summit from hell with you during a white-out, and despite your car dying, we were able to leave. What I'm saying is that there's always a way to leave.

You, my friend, wanted ... nay, needed to stay. Your love of Stryper compelled you!
komos From: komos Date: February 3rd, 2008 05:52 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: On the contrary ...

I thought we were going to die when my car crapped out on Comm Ave, and if you remember, I was so distressed that I basically slept at your place for two days.

Seriously, though? I just kept hoping that they'd do a cover of Run to the Hills.
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komos From: komos Date: February 3rd, 2008 05:48 am (UTC) (Link)
The station got sold the same year I packed up and went to school. Commercial freeform should never fall to classic rock, but I'm assuming that the owners wanted some steak.
cayetana From: cayetana Date: February 3rd, 2008 02:43 am (UTC) (Link)

(btw, I think there was more to the exercise than just making a big list and seeing/showing how cool you are. I learned a lot about people by the little stories that came up.)
komos From: komos Date: February 3rd, 2008 05:40 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I know... and I didn't really take any of what you folks wrote as a pissing contest. I just feel weird sometimes talking about my glory days, so I turned it entirely on its head so I could poke fun at meself. I mean, I saw Stryper. All I can say is woooooooo.
cayetana From: cayetana Date: February 3rd, 2008 08:52 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh I know. Just making doubly sure, though :)

Stryper. You poor dear.
komos From: komos Date: February 4th, 2008 01:07 pm (UTC) (Link)
Scarred for life, I am.
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