Somewhere during my final teenage years and early 20′s me and all my friends got mad into the Dandy Warhols.
I’d always liked the band. I think like so many others my gateway drug was the song “Bohemian Like You” which was fucking everywhere when it came out. I also remember seeing the music video for “Not If You Were The Last Junkie On Earth” on MTV and really digging it.
I saw the documentary DIG! at the Luna Cinema in Perth during the summer immediately after I graduated from high school. DIG! profiles the rise of the Dandy Warhols and another group called The Brian Jonestown Massacre from obscure, underground acts into more popular bands. For any young kid into music and drugs DIG! is essential viewing, and the movie really solidified my appreciation for the Warhols.
Me and my friends would spend late nights at our university share-house listening to the different Dandy Warhols albums over and over. We’d get drunk and high and dissect the songs like true connoisseurs.
At some point the band became a communal obsession for me and my group of friends. The Warhols went from being just another band we all liked to our band. They somehow helped us define ourselves.
If I had to speculate there were two main reasons for this ascension.
The first is that the Warhols were female-friendly. Not just ‘coz they had a chick in the band, but in addition to their drugged-out shoegaze anthems they had some catchy hits in the catalog. This meant the girlfriends could dance along too.
Secondly, there was a depth to the Dandy Warhols that was appealing. The music was exciting fuel for a lot of late-night debauchery but it also sounded like real life.
When I was 21 the Warhols came and played a show in Perth. About fifteen of us all went to see the gig. I got munted on mushrooms and booze and woke up the next morning with absolutely no recollection of the life performance.
Time swallowed up those days quickly. Me and my friends all finished our degrees, got proper jobs, moved overseas.
I still like the Dandy Warhols. I’m sure most of my friends still do too. But I’m no longer obsessed.
Nostalgia is interesting because it makes you look back but it also makes you think about the present. You look back so you can figure out your current predicament. How did I get here?
When I consider those days I think about a lot of things. I think about the music I was listening to, I think about how much booze I was drinking, I think about the women I was seeing, I think about how little uni work I was doing.
But more than anything I wonder what I thought about my own future. What were my expectations? Did all those memories just wash away or did I purposefully forget so much?