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In a continuing effort to figure out what on earth is up with the wizard rock phenomena, I've been listening to some random tunes from Harry and the Potters and The Remus Lupins today. I'm actually oddly charmed. I think I like The Remus Lupins better, but Harry and the Potters are sort of the inspiration for this post.
Because this shit is nerd glory -- not because it's music about Harry Potter (this speaks for itself, of course), but because listening to these silly, simple, bouncy rock tunes about how you can't kill friendship makes me think of being 13 and going to private school charity dances (they often benefitted The American Cancer Society and we called all such events "cancer dances") held at a ballroom dance school just for society kids in a beautiful old townhouse with a ballroom that looked like blue wedding cake where some band made up of boys from our brother school played covers of the Cure. I remember thinking, how could this be, that they knew so many songs, and actually had time or space to practice here in NYC -- it seemed so all-American, so like the stuff from the Brady Bunch that I pined after as a kid -- if I could just be homecoming queen -- and I lived in a world without homecoming -- maybe people would like me -- I didn't even know enough about what that was to understand it wasn't for girls who looked like me.
All this shit is just lovely and geeky. It makes me think of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
schpahky and her tales of her adolescent band. I'm part of a tribe that was once defined, in large part, by not having friends. My childhood was lonely. And this makes me smile. It's a different world.
I am also reminded of my late teens and early twenties and my friends in and involvement with the Chuch of All Worlds, which, among other things was/is a pagan group with its roots in another type of nerdliness -- that of Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land. And while I've always had -- if not disagreements with --just a general sort of weariness with Heinlein's pet obsessions, I do think of all those folks and smile today. Both at my youth and over-enthusiasm and general foolishness, and also at a memory of wearing (briefly) a green mini babydoll dress to some clothing optional CAW event at a house in Virginia in like 1991 and thinking I was so brave and clever and graceful. And I was too. Another time, I went out to Princeton, for some event or another, this was a few years later, and I remember walking in a park with a big fellow with a big beard. I don't really remember what we talked about, but I remember fireflies, and that he was kind and jovial in a way that always puzzles me in people, as we waited for my train. I have had so many lives that I wish I had documented better. I remember how the CAW people, who were by and large much older than me talked about reading books that changed their lives -- Lord of the Rings and Stranger in a Strange Land more often than not -- and I wonder if all our Harry Potterness will ever look as quaint and lovely, as opposed to just mad and frenetic.
Meanwhile, I, of course, probably will go back to my gothity goth goth and my movie scores and nordic music in a moment, but I'm glad of the interlude.
Also: Cobra Starship!
In a continuing effort to figure out what on earth is up with the wizard rock phenomena, I've been listening to some random tunes from Harry and the Potters and The Remus Lupins today. I'm actually oddly charmed. I think I like The Remus Lupins better, but Harry and the Potters are sort of the inspiration for this post.
Because this shit is nerd glory -- not because it's music about Harry Potter (this speaks for itself, of course), but because listening to these silly, simple, bouncy rock tunes about how you can't kill friendship makes me think of being 13 and going to private school charity dances (they often benefitted The American Cancer Society and we called all such events "cancer dances") held at a ballroom dance school just for society kids in a beautiful old townhouse with a ballroom that looked like blue wedding cake where some band made up of boys from our brother school played covers of the Cure. I remember thinking, how could this be, that they knew so many songs, and actually had time or space to practice here in NYC -- it seemed so all-American, so like the stuff from the Brady Bunch that I pined after as a kid -- if I could just be homecoming queen -- and I lived in a world without homecoming -- maybe people would like me -- I didn't even know enough about what that was to understand it wasn't for girls who looked like me.
All this shit is just lovely and geeky. It makes me think of
schpahky and her tales of her adolescent band. I'm part of a tribe that was once defined, in large part, by not having friends. My childhood was lonely. And this makes me smile. It's a different world.I am also reminded of my late teens and early twenties and my friends in and involvement with the Chuch of All Worlds, which, among other things was/is a pagan group with its roots in another type of nerdliness -- that of Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land. And while I've always had -- if not disagreements with --just a general sort of weariness with Heinlein's pet obsessions, I do think of all those folks and smile today. Both at my youth and over-enthusiasm and general foolishness, and also at a memory of wearing (briefly) a green mini babydoll dress to some clothing optional CAW event at a house in Virginia in like 1991 and thinking I was so brave and clever and graceful. And I was too. Another time, I went out to Princeton, for some event or another, this was a few years later, and I remember walking in a park with a big fellow with a big beard. I don't really remember what we talked about, but I remember fireflies, and that he was kind and jovial in a way that always puzzles me in people, as we waited for my train. I have had so many lives that I wish I had documented better. I remember how the CAW people, who were by and large much older than me talked about reading books that changed their lives -- Lord of the Rings and Stranger in a Strange Land more often than not -- and I wonder if all our Harry Potterness will ever look as quaint and lovely, as opposed to just mad and frenetic.
Meanwhile, I, of course, probably will go back to my gothity goth goth and my movie scores and nordic music in a moment, but I'm glad of the interlude.
Also: Cobra Starship!
