Miss' ippy boy, born and bred, rode horses every day, killed deer and everything else that moved with my collection of shotguns from age 4 on, sang Hank Sr. and Jimmie Rodgers by heart from birth - and then came KissMeKissMeKissMe. I'd been skateboarding, reading Thrasher and getting turned on to punk for a few years, but I was still a redneck through and though. Halfpipes and horses, frontsides and firearms, Saddlebags and the Circle Jerks, Torn-up Vans and dirty Wranglers - that's what I's all about, son. Then I ran across it - Robert Smith's voice freaked me out so bad, man. The music was literally like nothing I'd ever imagined. From 87-90 I progressed/digressed into hairspray, floppy white tennis shoes and silk shirts. Yes, dammit, even some eyeliner from time to time. Hey - it got me in the skater girl's bedroom windows at night...(ah, childood!).

We started a band to sound like the Cure meets H�sker D� meets Dinosaur Jr. It sounded more like maltliquor and porkrind Shits, but it was fun.

Anyway, I owned damn near everything they ever put out, from 7"s to full-length Vinyls, (including the FIRST first album, pre-boysdontcry with the fridge, lamp and vaccum on the cover - 1st pressing), and in true Cure-song fashion one of the afore-mentioned skater girl's dads broke them with a fucking hammer while they were on loan to her. "Fag music" he called it. If he'd seen what theKidd and his lil gal were doing at 3am while he slept down the hall, not only would he stop calling it fag music, but he'd a broke my ass with the same hammer.

I still have a pretty cool collection of Cure shit if you wanna check it out sometime. Most of it was lost to crazy ex-girlfriends and the Decade of Drugs, (or as the rest of the world calls it: the 90's).
That's how it goes. I haven't even given much listen to anything past Mixed-Up.

P.S. I'm back to riding horses, killing things, collectin' firearms and singin' Hank Sr. now, but I'm wearing a "Head on the Door" shirt the whole time. Old age is fun...
No more eyeliner though.