Read: What I Did for (Strange) Love
* One sweaty August evening, my brother finally played something I liked. The singer’s voice was deep, resonant, with a British twang that was both elegant and cocky, a combination I found hard to resist in music and, years later, boyfriends. The melodies were bright and catchy. On the album cover, four pale young musicians crowded together wearing leather and eyeliner, conspiratorial and cute. Depeche Mode, they were called. As we listened to the entire record, twice, I felt for the first time the whole-body percolation that accompanies the discovery of good new music.
*EXCERPT FROM “WHAT I DID FOR (STRANGE) LOVE” BY Laura Bond VIA LONGREADS. SUPPORT GOOD STORYTELLING.
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