Violent Femmes

Here we are at V already, coming mighty close to the end of this mostly ignored experiment called, The ABC’s of Music, which I copied and morphed from Gina, and was then copied (yay!) from me by Simon.  I thought of Veruca Salt, who I do enjoy from time to time, but I’ve mentioned them before already.  Thought of the Verve, but then I remembered The Violent Femmes!  Oh my, does this take me back to a particular time and place, that being my sophomore year of college, in Stockton, CA.  We didn’t get much ‘good’ music in Stockton, or at least it didn’t feel like it at the time.  It’s not like we were living in the land of Footloose, where dancing was outlawed or anything, but the radio that we got generally sucked.  Classic Rock, A/C, and top 40.  Not much room for the late-teens, early 20s in the crowd, if you know what I mean.  But when we heard the Violent Femmes…well, we felt like we were getting away with something.  Quite racy back in the day in the burbs.

So I went looking for some Femmes on YouTube, and due to copyright stuff, most of what you can find is grungy live stuff, which is fun if you’re there, but the sound is pretty crappy.  Sigh.  So, here’s a cute little video of one of their more popular songs, Blister in the Sun.  Love it.  And how about just audio for Gone Daddy Gone?  Love me that.  How about a video for a later work of theirs, Children of the Revolution.  Excellent.  Want to get naughty?  Try Add it Up on for size.  Want to stay clean, and still have fun?  Here’s American Music.  Me?  Popular, naughty, or clean, I love it all.

4 thoughts on “Violent Femmes

  1. Blister in the Sun always puts me in a good mood! It is a memory of mine from college days, as well. I was at a dance with a guy on whom I had a big crush, and the band started playing this song, and I told him that I loved this song, and he was all, “That’s Violent Femmes”, and I was all, “Who?” (I was kinda clueless about bands…still am!) Good times!

  2. God how I loved the Violent Femmes – still got the vinyl of the first two albums. I remember a show in a tiny club – two hours, then they came straight back on and the bass player threw up on the front row. Thankfully, I was in the third.

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