Two great pieces of Sonic Youth showed up this weekend.
Someone noticed a similarity between Brad and Angelina in Italy, Ray Pettibon's album cover for "Goo", and the original photo taken in 1966 of a "Mr. and Mrs. Smith"... It's no "Lincoln killed in Ford's Theater, and Kennedy killed in Ford automobile", but it's neat nonetheless.
I used to follow SY pretty closely until whatever album came out after "Goo". I couldn't even tell you what the album was. It was one of those things where I just worshiped and collected anything I could get my hands on, and one day I just stopped listening.
And although it coincided with their small pop stardom that was blown out of the water by their protégés Nirvana, I don't think it had anything to do with it.
I can't even identify with the person who traded live bootlegs with other people in the dorm and ran a BBS called "Silver Rocket BBS" in homage to a song off "Daydream Nation" (yeah, I know, stupid name but would you have gone to Master-Dik BBS?).
I can listen to them now, mostly "Daydream Nation" and "Goo"+"Moo" (the Goo demo tapes produced by JMascis), but only as songs from my past. Whenever I've picked up a new SY album I am completely turned off and regret thinking I could enjoy them again. There's just nothing there that I like and nothing I can understand.
Sonic Youth was my first music crush. I never understood deadheads, or worse, Pink Floyd-heads (do they have names? Owners of silly stickers?) but almost instantly I became the alternative music-geek version of a deadhead or owner of a silly sticker: The Sonic Youth Fan.
I bought or copied everything. I owned rare EPs and even rarer demos of EPs that existed just because someone left some recording equipment running. It was stupid.