(1326) Been away with the fairies, chaps and chapesses, explained below. (1428)
Moosh started it with her tweet on skinhead girls
… with button down shirts. Not being female myself … I started reflecting on which styles I’d been wearing at different times over my life … about the only time I conformed to a fashion was later, with chinos … for a time. In primary school, I certainly went the slicked back Brylcreem route for a short time, as we had to be either jazzers or rockers … I went the rocker route or heavy sound:
Along with it went the leather jacket (couldn’t afford one as a kid but eventually bought one), film noir, Hawaii Five-O etc.
Sick of trying to upkeep the slick back, I suddenly went skinhead well before it became a cult … certainly much cleaner but something started impinging … the songs I really liked were now sung (cough) … by girls … Helen Shapiro’s Don’t Treat Me Like A Child, Lesley Gore’s You Don’t Own Me, Peggy March’s I Will Follow Him, The Exciters’ Tell Him, and this one among others:
It’s only now, decades later, that I realise just how many females there were on the hit parade … man they could sing! Frank Sinatra? Nah. Beatles? Well yes, for some years. Stones? Well yes, around 1969, which was when the music died a second time imho … became prog ego early 70s, was “just ok” in my eyes till post-punk, when it took off again:
… which it did, then died a third and final time early to mid-90s. Females became auto-tuned shriekers and thots, males became whatever.
Attire? Well once the short hair under curved brim cap, leather jacket, straight or tapered jeans became my go, I never really escaped that, only switching to black leather shoes in the middle years. Fashion to me was bollox … some clothes suited, sat well, looked ok on lil ole moi, others did not. End of story.
Musically, there was always something with the Ramones and Stranglers which was reverse-ersatz … not so much pseudo but they could play much better if they’d cared to … they preferred to play punk-posing, be all shout … yet in a real fight, Jean-Jacques Brunel turned out to be a handful for whomever he beat up.
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