Back in 1997, Fiona Apple gave @tabithasoren (and not #MollyShannon ) the lowdown on her very first awards show experience during our post show interview. 😍 via FionaAppleIG
theory: the rest of the world in the Mad Max universe is totally fine and Australia just did that
one lone wastelander manages to sail to new zealand only to find out everything there’s just like… normal
“how did you all manage to survive?”
“survive?”
“the nuclear war??”
“the what”
LMAO but wouldn’t the rest of the world send help or something like that?
nah australians instantly switched over to leather fetish gear, frankenstein trucks, and machine guns the minute shit went south. the UN aid workers got there and saw this
It must have been cool to like Foreigner in 1985… right?
I mean, they scored eight consecutive top ten hits from the late seventies to the late eighties: the first since the Beatles. The group’s first six albums all went platinum or multi-platinum. Foreigner’s chief musical architect, Mick Jones, and lead singer Lou Gramm - who fronted the group at the height of its popularity - are in the Songwriters Hall of Fame. Over the course of their career (which continues to this day on the back of an endless “greatest hits live” tour) Foreigner has sold over eighty million albums.
Okay. But what about “cool”?
Being from the eighties, I can testify to the mainstream popularity - and my enjoyment of - Foreigner being a liability with my high school friends. Most of them preferred Jesus and Mary Chain, The Cocteau Twins, R.E.M. or Violent Femmes to mainstream radio-friendly top-ten corporate rock.
Also, I would be lying to you if I didn’t say that my cassette of Stop Making Sense got much more play in my Sanyo Sony Walkman ripoff than my cassette of Agent Provocateur…
But I would also be lying to you if I said that my teenage mind wasn’t far, far more moved by “I Want To Know What Love Is” than by “Psycho Killer.”
And ultimately, it was Foreigner that taught me one of the most important lessons of my adult life… but I’ll get to that later, because right now, my Will To Live is being choked out by your secondhand embarrassment.
