”I was dead sick and tired of all of these songs by the R&B girls, the trios and stuff. They were all victimized by love. I was sick of it. I didn’t want to portray myself or women as victims … That was one of the things that was really clear. I think I can take credit for having clarity about that … I don’t think I tried to be an important feminist, I didn’t have that kind of clarity, but I had a stubbornness and an independence and that came across So that was good. I think that it was an idea that was bound to happen, I was just in the right place at the right time.”
– Debbie Harry talks to the The Sunday Times Magazine what inspired her music. Damn. She’s so badass it hurts. Excuse me, gonna go listen to Blondie now. [XPose]
Stains on your coffee table are decidedly un-rock ‘n’ roll. Remedy the problem and impress your friends with a set of ceramic album cover coasters. Choose from favorites like Blondie, Pink Floyd, and Radiohead.
A set of four will run you about fifteen bucks. Setting your coffee on a miniature replica of The Wall? Priceless. [$14.99, Blasto Craft] Keep reading »
It was my first summer in NYC. I was 18 years old and had fallen in love for the first time. I had managed to convince my parents to let me spend the warm months in the city so I could work, which was secret code for “have the best summer of my life with my new boyfriend Travis.” It was an amazing plan—until he broke my heart of glass one week later. “I met someone else,” he told me while I was hanging on the telephone. “She lives across the hall from me in my dorm.”
I’ll rip her to shreds, I thought, but instead I just hung up. There I was, a girl all alone in the city with absolutely no one. So I popped in my new Blondie record “Parallel Lines.” Once I had a love and it was a gas, soon found out, I had a heart of glass. Seemed like the real thing but I was so blind, mucho mistrust, love’s gone behind. Keep reading »