76. 52 Girls by The B52s 1979

In 1980 I finally got to Paris, France and started wandering the cold streets of the French capital looking for something new. I managed to try out a few words even if it was only lying in bed ordering 'le petite dejenuer'.

We posed by the Eiffel Tower, by rivers and bridges. At night we ate and drank in small cafes. Heading home one night full of wine and atmosphere I heard this strange sci-fi guitar sound coming from a record shop. It was just so different to what was going on in my Mod/punk world. When the singer started singer his voice was so bad I gathered they were French. I've discovered a band no one knows about.

I went into the record shop and it turned out to be an American band. I was disappointed they weren't French. But I couldn't wait to get back to Melbourne with my ska and B52s records. When I got home Rock Lobster was everywhere. Independent radio and Countdown. The Specials had taken off. I had nothing to show.
They played Festival hall not long after. The people I knew who went complained they didn't wear their wigs. By that time I was over the sound of the B52s. Radio played them to death.
And I still can't listen to Rock Lobster.