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ALBUM OF WEEK 3: DIRT

2:40am and I’m listening to ‘Rooster’. I’ve just realized I’ve barely written about one of my favorite bands, Alice in Chains, nor Dirt, one of my top 10 albums ever. It’s intolerable, yet at the same understandable. How come? Apparently this justification is contradictory, but after giving it some thought I came to the conclusion that I have to be in a certain mood to enjoy listening to this album.

alice in chains

Dirt is not easy, and I’m not talking about the music. Dirt has something not many records have, and it has to do with the essence, the attitude, and its insanity.

It was fall 1993, when I was first introduced to it. I had heard of the band, knew few singles, but hadn’t dug into their stuff yet, mainly because I couldn’t afford buying a CD as I do now, and second because I didn’t know anyone who liked them and could encourage me to give Dirt a try. Until he turn up, and described it as one of the most overwhelming albums ever recorded under the most terrifying influence of hard drugs. Impossible to resist the temptation I had to listen to such threat for my ears and my innocent mind. Drugs were a taboo and something really out of my scope, so in some way this was kind of bait. As soon as I gathered some dough I went straight to the record store and got y copy, which is still with me.

I remember the first time I listened to Dirt at my grandmother’s (I was living with her already), in my study room. I was sitting on the armchair motionless, doing nothing but getting pervaded with those guitars, those stunning melodies of Staley and Cantrell, and that dose of pain and anguish so present in every second of the album. It was a devastating experience. too much intensity I wasn’t used to. After that I called my friend to tell him I had listened to it, and when he asked me about how I was feeling, I confessed I was scared.

Think about it. Song titles such as ‘Junkhead’, ‘God Smack’, ‘Sickman’, ‘Rain When I Die’ were completely opposed to the will to live of a teenager. I was in shock.

It took me few days to put myself together, musically speaking, and play Dirt again. Those following  hearings finally got me hooked, as the finest heroine or any super addictive drug would do, and since then (classic) Alice In Chains and I have been together.

As I’ve said before, I have to be in a special mood to listen to this album. I’m in that mood lately, exhausted, frustrated, stressed  and mentally blocked. Dirt is like a fix, not exactly  of happiness, just the opposite, but for some weird reason it works as a pain killer and helps to feel relief.

ALBUM OF WEEK 11 – FUN HOUSE

I know, I know, I’m too energetic as to focus on a quiet album nowadays, and for that, I apologize, but c’mon! We’re talking here about The Stooges!!!
 
To tell the truth, I hadn’t heard Fun House for ages, for no particular reason, but you know how this goes, everything has to do with your mood, right? During the last years I’ve been more Raw Power type.
 
Few days ago I played at home, at average volume, but after 15 seconds of Down on The Street, turned it to 11. It’s pure street sound, so nasty, violent and dirty I adore it!
 
This was the coolest present I received when I turned 18, considered the age of adulthood here in Spain (nonsense, I was crazy, irresponsible and drunk). My first boyfriend, Joe, who was six years older than me, brought home this CD and a bottle of wine…I remember my parents were flipping, for the wine, of course!
 
In an attempt to be nice to the guy, my father insisted on playing the CD, and they were horrified after few minutes, with my mother complaining it was too loud. I was totally shocked like “Wow! What the fuck is this? I love it!”. Gotta say my father after some time also started to enjoy the Stooges, and with our crappy band, The Brain Farmers, we used to cover Down on the Street.
 
Yes, it’s the second time I name that song, because it’s completely addictive, I think I’ll never get tired of it, it’s like a hymn or something, and remember going on the streets with the CD player, listening as loud as fuck, following the rhythm while walking.
 
Not included in this album, I need to tell about one of my first walks in London, standing in front of Buckingham Palace, listening to I Wanna Be Your Dog and thinking, what will be happening beyond those curtains?…priceless! This is another moment recorded in my brain for good. Stooges did really make an impression on me…

 
Back to the album, apart from other hits, I’d say the song that obsessed me most back in the day was Dirt. Oh my God! I was able to listen this song 10 times non-stop. That song is sex and decadence, dirty pleasure and hell of pain. Difficult to describe, but I reckon this song means to me what I’ve just said.
 
I’ve got the chance to see both Iggy and The Stooges on stage. I must admit I prefer Iggy on his own, rather than the reunion gigs they’ve been performing. They used to be wild, Iggy is still wild, but The Stooges have lost some punch, for obvious reasons. Still, the lame singer is one of the best frontmen ever, spreading energy and charm, capable of getting the audience crazy. Iggy rocks, for Chrissake!
 
Still don’t know which is my favorite album, because I adore Raw Power, and find it a more mature work, but that rough sound of Fun House…really turns me on!