From the pages of Milky ¥ Number Seven (1419 31st Avenue S., Unit B, Seattle, WA 98144; $3)
THE MOULET!!
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In 1983 or 1984 somewhere, I was really liking the Thompson Twins. This was also the year one of my best friends traded all of her Led Zeppelin albums in for Oingo Boingo albums. I really wanted a “tail” like Alannah Currie or Tom Whatshisname. Up until MTV, I’d been quite content with my stringy dishwater hair, parted in the middle, tucked behind my ears and nailed firmly to the sides of my head with silver hairclips. This had been out of style since the mid-seventies but there was no way I was going to feather my hair. Soon, however, cheesy pop bands both domestic and British had their evil ways with me, and I wanted hair that would say “NEW WAVE.” What the hell, I was already a big nerd, and chopping off a few strands wasn’t going to change a thing for me socially. I might as well have fun, I thought. And so it began.
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