This is one of those back in the day nostalgia kind of posts, and not. I don't believe a genuine connection can ever be resigned to nostalgia or have to be apologized for. I have no regrets growing up when new record albums and music magazines domestic (US) and British offered all kinds of new discovery-new bands, new singles, new albums much of it good. This was still before MTV came along to pwn the party and punk the music with it's obsession with eye candy first and music second. Stiff Little Fingers was punk-the good kind. Tons of attitude and a message. Just the name of the band, the poignancy of their music the bittersweet legacy of being from Northern Ireland a land divided, torn in fact over religious and political divisions . Forgot where I first heard about them-NME, Melody Maker, Trouser Press? I can't forget the first time I heard them though. Inflammable material planted in my head, there's a suspect device left 2,000 dead... Chainsaw guitar, really tight and so urgent.It was in fact a musical, even a sonic suspect device of explosive nature. Not only did I dance my ass off I felt like running over there and screaming. Sure part of it was the times, my age-probably 19 or so but the vitality of the music and the sincerity were infectious and undeniable.Here's to passionate and sincere music.Tags: stiff little fingers, suspect device, mtv, punk
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