LILY ANDERSON. A year older than me in high school. One of my best friends. I loved her so much. She listened to such cool music. I had the goths and the industrial kids and the punk and the metal kids teaching me about all of that, but Lily liked the pop. She taught me about the Stone Roses when they came out, and she taught me about Loyd Cole.
I thought so much of Lily I went straight out to Hoytt’s records on Airport Way. Of course, this was a piddly little record store in Fairbanks, AK, so you had to special order everything, and so I special ordered this album. Just seeing the cover there in the spotify widget brings back memories. Loyd Cole and the Commotions, RIP. They were broken up already before I discovered them. Of course I’ve seen Loyd solo many times, and he still plays Commotions songs, but I never got to see the Commotions.
“Forest Fire” was probably the song I liked the best. All Simply Red meets Bob Dylan and northern english soul. It’s a weird song. But “Perfect Skin” I felt more emotionally. I loved songs about weird quirky Holly Golightly unpredictable girl types even then - the type we’d call the manic pixie dream girl now. I am over them now, but you know, any song about a weird girl I was a sucker for then.
“She’s got cheekbones like geometry eyes like sin, and she’s sexually enlightened by Cosmopolitan.”
(Source: Spotify)
