Fade Away and Radiate
When I was a little girl, my sister owned Blondie's Parallel Linesrecord, and to this day, it remains one of my favorite record covers of all time. It had not occurred to my 8-year-old brain that a woman could look that fabulous and rock that hard. That was my hardcore. And do I still rock the Blondie? Oh, yes.
Often referred to as Blondie, Deborah Harry continues to do what she does best: sing and just look fucking fabulous. You know, like how Keith Richards doesn't look so great after all those years, but he's still Keith fucking Richards. The same goes for Deborah "Don't-call-me-Debbie" Harry. She could be 80 and cruise with a walker, and I'd still shake in my darling pumps for her—she's a goddess . . . and goddesses should be worshiped.
Amphetamines and Vespas
Frustrated with your parents, dead-end job and boring social scene? Desperate to feel the wind in your hair and the music in your heart? Really into the idea of popping a lot of speed and listening only to soul, ska, R&B, and the Who? Then Quadrophenia is your new favorite movie.
A cinematic adaptation of the Who's 1973 rock opera, Quadrophenia concerns a disaffected young man who finds excitement and vitality in the Mod subculture of London during the '60s—until he discovers that Modism, like most subcultures, doesn't hold the answers he seeks. His personality splits into four parts (hence the term "quadrophenia"), and he is forced to seek salvation elsewhere. It's a trippy movie, it has a great soundtrack, and it features Sting as a character named Ace Face. What more do you need?