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WLIR
was a litmus test for friendship when I was
a misfit
high school freshman. I was the
new kid,
subject to various
and conflicting influences: my
Princeton-attending
sister was trying to turn me
into a prep while
I was b-boying
to assimilate in
my majority
POC
neighborhood.
Much
changed
when
I was spinning
the dial and
The Clash burst
out
of
handmedown pink
Sony alarm
clock
radio.
I'd never
heard anything
like it and I
was instantly
hooked
on new wave
and punk. Few
classmates
listened
to 'LIR
but those of
us who did
formed a
small
but durable
tribe that
dressed gaudily
and
got
into
dance clubs with
home-made fake
IDs.
My girlfriend's
cousin worked
at the station
and
I bought
a $65 crate of
rejected promo
records.
I made
back over $1K
selling them
bit by bit,
but
I
kept
this one --
pre-Beasties!
--
and still have
a bunch of
stickers.
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