Just can’t get enough
As an addendum to the last post, I’ve often (sometimes?) mentioned that I went on the road for a few days as a senior in High School to see Depeche Mode with a friend with whom I worked at the record store. She did the driving, I did the navigating, and this was before GPS or cell phones. It’s called maps, people! I think we saw two shows. Three? I don’t know, it’s all hazy. Beyond actually finding these places (she was from Wisconsin so had even less of an idea where “Mansfield, Massachusetts” was than I did), there was the little matter of tickets. But luckily, in other towns, scalpers sold tickets at face value. Score! It was a great, great week. Before you ask, yes, my parents were out of town; they did not condone taking off with some chick from the record store and driving around the Northeast.
Sometimes, though, you see the show and it’s just not enough. The lights come up and it’s all so premature. You just need another. And so we went to find more. These days, if a band I love is coming through town for more than one date, I buy both if I can so as to avoid having to scramble for tickets and flight to LA (I did do that once). But somehow I’m glad there wasn’t the chance to do that then.
The reason I bring this up is that last night, just before I was going to bed, I got an e-mail from Facebook. The header was, “Long Lost Depeche Mode Fan?” and it said
Hi,
Is this the Becca from Musicland, White Plains NY? Do you remember DM concerts and road food? If so, I would love to hear from you.
Yes, it was her. She lives in New Mexico now or else I would have loved to somehow hook up with her for one of the shows here. We’ll just have to relive those days over Facebook. And, you know, the blog post I just wrote about her of which she’s not aware.
Rather than use the title track, which I just heard decimated in a Payless commercial, I dedicate this one to the first person I ever got drunk with, amongst many firsts. Bright lights! Dark room!
Depeche Mode – Photographic
