Loving You For Hating Me



1981. We’re at T’s Tahoe summer house; it’s the brown house right next to Sunnyside. Bill brought his aluminum skiff with outboard, and we hauled it in at night, mosquitoes going crazy. Bill was astern at the motor, T and Donny midship; I was in the bow with the boom box; navigating and manning the volume control. We had one tape that summer; Pleasure Victim. When we weren’t on the lake we were at the market near Sunnyside. We had a half-day dare session of who would go in and try to buy a copy of Oui. Bill finally got it. After he got it I asked him to get me cigarettes. He refused until the next summer. So we’d spend the nights pouring over the mag and wondering if T’s older sister’s friends would do this sort of stuff with us. We’d calm down at the lake, but it wasn’t gonna last, not with Terri Nunn asking us to fuck her at the end of Sex (I’m A…). Everyone remembers The Metro, but the music wanes while the lyrics stand. Masquerade is the real ace track here, about as flawless as Berlin got.