melissa:The Breeders, Oh! (Pod, 1990) (via forwardretreat)I was with Sarah all afternoon walking around her neighborhood with tall glasses of ice water before the sky cracked up and and now I feel like I should have told her this story. So. I had one amazing penpal in high school. Her name was Penelope Kaia Wade (Google this, Penelope, where are you?) and she lived in St. Albans, Vermont. She lived and died by mixtapes and beter they be covered in ripped up European fashion mags from who knows where she got them because this was 1993.She was already beyond riot grrrl with her rubber stamps and her torn up velvet leggings and her long, long letters in a turquoise scrawl all about kids who had makeout orgies on llama farms and drove all night listening to whatever 4AD had just put out and staying in bed in hot summer childhood bedrooms with the windows thrown open wrapped naked in white sheets and supposedly writing to me like that, and drinking Jack Daniels with two pieces of ice in the glass and recording me everything important from her and her friends and her parents’ collections.I could recite every tape by heart.She was my first Kate Bush (“Waking the Witch”) and my first Laurie Anderson (“Strange Angels”) and the Cure (“Lovecats”) and Siouxsie (“Melt!”) and New Order (“True Faith”) and the Cocteau Twins (“Frou Frou Foxes in Midsummer Fires”) and The Pixies (“I Bleed”) and that was all just the first three tapes, ending with this, this, this.