Moving to a town that only had 8 exits off the Freeway(what kind of cultural wasteland was my parents moving us to) was a pretty big shock for a teenager from LA(and what classic 80 movie plots seemed to be all about.) What did this "hick town" have to offer to a Modernist Punk from the "Big City." I remember the first High School dance I attended the DJ had a list of bands not to play, no Bauhaus, no Cure, no Blondie, not even the B-52's. I noticed in a box a 7" a band that wasn't on the list The Dead Kennedys so I had him play Holiday in Cambodia(a small win for my rebellious soul.) I was a stranger in a strange land being assaulted by Jocks and Cowboys for the clothes on my back and the way I wore my hair.