Let’s go for the long version here. PAM EVERHART. Oh, the Everhart sisters. The love of my high school life. They probably had more of a hand than anyone making me even remotely “cool.” They taught me so much. They taught me about Nick Cave. The Wolfgang Press. How to dress. Haha. I was so smitten. I loved their dad too. He was hilarious. Sorta a mix between Daddy Drinkwater and Daddy Taylor. The manly man dad, taciturn and fond of screwing around with his kids friends. A tinkerer. He had a wire recorder! They lived in this big weird house up off of Rosie Creek road. There were parts of the road that had been dug out of a hill using that step technique, so there were these big three foot high steps going up the side of the hill that the house was dug out of. We’d sit up on those steps with some food and a boombox and listen to music. Love and Rockets. Bauhaus. Nick Cave. Wolfgang Press. The Jesus and Mary Chain. Those two loved Barbed Wire Kisses. Everyone else just liked Darklands. They liked the noise, they taught me about the noise.
Moev stayed with me - especially this song - as I went to Boston. Chris would play it at Man Ray, and when I met Megan, she was a fan of it too. I used to listen to it all the time. Chris still occasionally plays it. I love the endless weird drums, the haunting chorus, the vague dystopian samples, a perfect synthesis of late 80’s, early 90’s industrial dance.