1977

- from XPN / World Cafe 885 Greatest Albums of All Time -

134 MEAT LOAF - BAT OUT OF HELL (1977)
135 SEX PISTOLS - NEVER MIND THE BOLLOCKS HERE'S THE SEX PISTOLS (1977)

1977 was a pivotal year for me. I was short, fat and had a Mom-inflicted bowl job haircut. I looked like Oliver in the Brady Bunch. That summer I got contacts, learned to surf, discovered the Clash and Talking Heads and started school in the Fall a changed person, inside and out. I felt more confident, and (this is the important part) girls liked me. And not just the usual, geeky girls I always knew, but the attractive, sporty, "Cool" crowd. I was the "Bad Boy" ... but not really. Girls that wouldn't talk to me the previous year were now asking me what I was doing over the weekend, etc. I hadn't changed my personality, I just looked more like the Real Me, and was more approachable and more confortable being approached. Girls wouldn't talk to the little nerdy guy / the little nerdy guy was uncomfortable with the girls. Chicks digged Surfer Randy and Surfer Randy let them show him how much.

It was a hot summer night and the beach was burning
There was a fog crawling over the sand
When I listen to your heart I hear the whole world turning
I see the shooting stars
Falling through your trembling hands

You were licking your lips and your lipstick shining
I was dying just to ask for a taste
We were lying together in a silver lining
By the light of the moon
You know there's not another moment
Not another moment
Not another moment to waste

Her name was Carol. She was my second. It was pretty much what you would expect. A little bit "Beach Blanket Bingo," a little bit "Born to Run" ... after all it WAS Jersey.