Both Boyfriend and I would be high school students. Boyfriend would be a really skinny bony quiet guy running around on the edge of the school's metalhead population, with long frazzly hair and a worn Metallica concert t-shirt. I, on the other hand, would be a perfectly made-up and equally quiet New Wave chick, tuxedo shirt, jacket, long fluorescent skinny tie, frilly ankle socks, short curly hair with colored gel in it, the works.
If you actually made the effort to talk to Boyfriend, he would turn out to be really sweet and smart and kind. If you actually made the effort to talk to me, I would turn out to be a sarcastic gum-snapping but equally smart chick.
Somehow, in that oh-so-John-Hughesian way, we'd meet (cutely) and fall for each other. And we'd discover that although we had very little musical taste in common, we really liked each other's taste in music, and slowly our musical horizons would expand. We would make each other mix tapes. We would loan each other CDs. We would read each other's music magazines. We would attend concerts together.
There would be a nifty montage (set to music, of course) of us going to That 80's Mall and window-shopping and pointing out things we liked (horribly different, of course) and buying tapes and bopping around at totally different speeds to our various Walkmans and then laughing at each other. And then we'd have to go to The Food Court and split a big cup of fries, or something. Sit in a movie theater and throw popcorn at the screen.
And then our friends -- the metalheads and the New Wave chicks -- would try to pull us apart. And there would be 80s-Style Teen Angst. And then Love Would Triumph and the last shot onscreen would be the two of us moving into a tiny apartment and mingling thousands of CDs in a huge floor-to-ceiling CD rack. And smiling at each other as his Pink Floyd slotted in next to my Depeche Mode.
Cue ending theme. Roll credits. Call it 'Rhapsody In Punk' or something.
This oddly plausible but totally fictional Story Of Our Lives brought to you by: driving home after dinner, brand-new used CDs stacked high in my lap, flipping through the radio stations and chattering about the music they were playing. Boyfriend, the metalhead manque', and me, the New Wave No More.
(On another note: a mere ten years too late I have finally purchased a copy of Green Day's 'Dookie'. Why didn't anyone tell me how good this album was? I hate you all. You have let me down.)
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Sorry to leave you in the dark for so long, Moo. 'Dookie' is, IMHO, the best damn Green Day cd ever. They covered Operation Ivy the last time I saw them live! It was the highlight of my summer!
Not all 90s punk is bad, I swear.
Posted by Keri @ 09/24/2002 08:24 AM EST
Has it really been 10 years since Dookie came out? (OK, wow, that sounds bad.)
Ach, I am old.
Posted by Big Big Truck @ 09/24/2002 11:40 AM EST
I'd be the fat movie dork demanding money back for the OBVIOUS chronological errors presented by the CDs in your apartment as opposed to cassette tapes, and pointing out that the Tshirt Boyfriend was wearing came from Metallica's 1989 tour, three years after the movie took place, and pointless other trivia ^_-.
For every era, there's an asshole.
And sorry for not giving you the heads-up on Dookie. I bought it JUST before every college student on America's campuses (campii?) found out it was, like, SOOOOOOOOOOO awesome?, and the subsequent hyper-overplaying of it forced the album into the very back of my CD collection, and the memory of its existence into the murky depths of the "repressed" area of my psyche.
But yeah, not a bad album, all told.
Posted by Shax @ 09/24/2002 01:23 PM EST
Why are you not writing movies for a living? I would watch them all.
Posted by Thea @ 09/24/2002 04:32 PM EST
I, along with (as far as I can tell) my entire generation, went through a Big Green Day Fanperson period during middle school, and hid our Green Day CDs (EEP! EXPLICIT LYRICS!) from our parents.
Then one day we all simultaneously looked up, realized that owning a Green Day CD did not make us rebellious, and kicked our CDs under the bed, never to be spoken of again.
Posted by Ed @ 09/24/2002 06:16 PM EST
I'll be blunt: The Ramones and the Sex Pistols were the only good punk bands. EVER. Well, except maybe GWAR. Hee.
Posted by JK The Mad @ 09/24/2002 07:41 PM EST
Hee hee....You should MAKE that movie some day, Moon. I'd be there.
Frankly, I don't like Green Day, so I never tell anyone that any of their stuff is good. Sorry... : (
Uh...is Gwar really considered punk??? LOL
Posted by Wolf @ 09/24/2002 08:36 PM EST
That's odd..I thought 'Dookie' was mailed out to every person between the ages of 14 and 24 back then! I've had that CD for forever and lord help me, I dont know how I ended up with it! Just assumed it came in the mail, like those AOL Cds...
Posted by ComeOnBunny @ 09/25/2002 05:49 AM EST
You hesitate to buy Dookie, you pay the ullltimate price.
Posted by Bloody Ink Pen! @ 09/25/2002 09:40 AM EST
I never had the CD; I had a tape copied off some kid I knew in ninth-grade algebra class... "filesharing" 1993-style. Eesh. But then I was thoroughly uncool (I didn't even care when what's his name died! gasp!!), so it all fit right in.
Anyhow, Dookie is fun. I started liking it once the hysterical popularity died down and I didn't have to hear about it every four seconds.
Posted by StB @ 09/25/2002 10:03 AM EST
