I was dark. Hell, I am dark. I’ve always been a little dark around the edges. I was a punk. A mean, angry punk. At the time, there was no goth, there was no emo. Just punk. I lived in a cushy suburb.
I really didn’t want for much. And I was angry. I had the hair. I had the dark clothes. I had lots of thrift store finds. I had one thousand black rubber bracelets. I had the spikey metal earrings. ( I wasn’t really a punk, I just thought I was. I was a Molly Ringwald version of punk.)
And I listened to some great music. This music wasn’t punk, but it was dark and helped me channel my energy on the dance floor. I just “refound” this music prompted by a friend and I’m so happy. I’ve been listening to the Depeche Mode channel on Pandora until I can dig out my cd’s from the Cure, The Cult, Dead or Alive, Love and Rockets and the Psychedelic Furs. And of course, Depeche Mode.
To feed my jones, I give you some of my favorite songs from back then….