I just learned the name of this group three days ago.
It’s Nu Shooz.
Yeah, that synthesizer hook will at the most random times just start playing in my head. No rhyme or reason, it just plays.
I just learned the name of this group three days ago.
It’s Nu Shooz.
Yeah, that synthesizer hook will at the most random times just start playing in my head. No rhyme or reason, it just plays.
I don’t care what anyone says; I love The Cure.
I know this song came out in 1987, but somehow it didn’t register with me until 7th grade, which was ’89. I don’t remember why that was, but my guess is that 1989 was when the Disintegration album was released, with “Lovesong” being a huge single, and all of The Cure’s videos were in heavy rotation on 120 Minutes, which was why I discovered all these songs at the same time.
The Cure has a very special place in my psyche, because 12-15 year old me identified heavily with this music as it tapped into a tragic romantic feeling of unrequited love that puberty afflicted me couldn’t get enough of… for some reason. Looking back on this music, I see now that I was beginning to make my first entrants toward alt-rock, which would pay dividends in 1991, and set me on a trajectory of music that I still follow to this day.
And “High” is just one of my favorite songs of all time.
So, I was shopping at the Harlem Trader Joe’s on Tuesday, and they were playing a reggae mix in the place. Then this one came on. I don’t mind having this one stuck in my head nonstop. See, I had a roommate way back in Texas, who was a huge Bob Marley fan. We listened to a bunch of reggae music together, hanging out and playing video games.