Suzanne was there...she saw the whole thing...

On sunny still days its such a pleasure to put some music on and dance around while cooking food in the sun bathed kitchen...and today i sorted thru my music selection and stumbled upon Suzanne Vega which for me is a total throw back to high school and all of my inner city art school teen angst and art fagginess. I think I even choreographed my senior solo piece ( i was a dance major) to her song “the queen and the soldier”.
and i still know all the words to every song...despite my best youthfull efforts to destroy my brain cells.
oh yeah ...Vega was whitey urban artist girl 101... she was part of my hippy feminist emergence after far too much club scene
swank like the cure and the smiths.....oy veh. i started going to the bars at 15....thats 1985 baby.
My Vega habit even persisted into my heavy goth chick phase that was after highschool...you know, lots of acid dropping, black clothing, Bauhaus, Dead can Dance, watching “the Hunger” and kissing my girlfriends on the dance floor even tho i wasn't officially gay yet...ha.
Suzanne i reserved for those quiet at home days where i painted and took long baths.
Alas within a year or two poor Suzanne was forgotten beneath the blare of my official coming out music like the Indigo Girls, Throwing Muses and Ani Difranco...the older dykes that owned the cafe i washed dishes for were so good to me and my musical backdrop at that awkward righteous time in my life. I kept it loud in the kitchen while i earned my $4.25 an hour.
ahhhh the soundtracks to our small self absorbed worlds.

here i am (on the right...doin' the kissin;), still lost in the closet at 17....posing for a queer schoolmates photo assignment. She obviously knew something i wasn't ready to know quite yet.


...”she would rather be a riddle
but she keeps challenging the future
with a profound lack of history...”