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Chances are, unless you came here on purpose, you haven't even heard
of Sexpod, and might be having some trouble understanding how I came to be
so obsessed with them that I "wasted" a massive chunk of free time that I
don't have making a virtual shrine in their honor. So, here we go:
my Sexpod story. The first time I heard the band was on the Escape From
LA soundtrack. It was kind of hard to miss them, considering that they
were enormously talented and were also one of only two female groups on the
album. A few months later, my radio station (89.5 FM WSOU, the Seton
Hall University's station which broadcasts from South Orange, New Jersey)
began playing "Drunk in A Dress". Not very frequently, mind you, but enough
for me to take notice. I asked a friend for Goddess Blues for my sixteenth
birthday, and luckily, she found it for me. A few days later on the walk
home from my bus stop, I was listening to the album on my discman. "Impenetrable"
came on, and I really, truly heard the guitar part for the first time. I
was completely mesmerized, and since that point, I've been a Sexpod maniac.
(Well, better that than being a sex maniac, I suppose).
For
quite awhile, I swore to lose my concert virginity to Sexpod. Last October,
when I finally gave up and decided I would never find any mention of a Sexpod
concert anywhere until two months after it had passed, I decided to see Liz
Phair at Roseland on October 8th. The night before the concert, I got the
first issue in my subscription to Time Out New York. Lo and behold,
Sexpod was playing at Maxwell's the next day. Nearly kicked myself, let me
tell you. But now, at least, I have a better source of tour date information
and look forward to seeing my babies when they make their way back home to
the East Coast.
For those of you out there who have never heard of Sexpod: Shame on you! No, actually, I'm not surprised. If the mainstream media was halfway competent, everyone in the world would worship Sexpod as much as I do, but alas, this is not to be (besides, if they got really famous, I could never be their groupie, and that would suck). So my suggestion is that you enlighten yourself: read the reviews (I can apoil the surprise right now: they're invariably good), listen to the audio samples, then go out and BUY GODDESS BLUES. Then, tell your friends about it. You'll feel cool, for once.