Tonight's post, however, has no such qualms with nostalgia. Tonight, we give you—Seven Inch Sunday. I know: "A post on the WEEKEND‽ WHA‽" But we're suckers for alliteration. Don't expect these to be too regular, Reader—it is the day of rest, after all. But we did happen to recently acquire a new turntable in the office with the ability to record in stereo and then output to MP3s, so we we'd take this opportunity to share a little glimpse of our musical past.Courtney Love • The 2nd Most Beautiful Girl in the World
Lois Maffeo is one of those artists whose talent was greatly admired among a small community, but whose work never reached nearly as many ears as it should have, in my humble opinion. Though she had an extensive solo career and many (some might say) more musically mature or complex songs down the road, I was always enamored with her early work with drummer and Yo Yo Studio founder, Pat Maley, under the somewhat tricky moniker, Courtney Love. Back in the day, the name was evidently quite the controversy, with actual Courtney Love reportedly attacking K Records' Calvin Johnson for releasing records under her (not real) name and conflicting accounts of Lois and Courtney coming up with the name together vs. Lois stealing Courtney's diary and finding it there. Regardless, put me down for Team Lois.
Better Courtney Love (pictured above) existed only from 1989 to 1991, but in that time they released 3 seven inches, appeared on about one million compilations, and set the groundwork for a scene that was just emerging in Olympia and across the country. Their 1990 debut, also pictured above, was Uncrushworthy, a simple, lovely 45 featuring four indie pop staples—"Uncrushworthy," "Sunny Day," "Motorcycle Boy," and "The 2nd Most Beautiful Girl in the World." We've got the first and last ones for you here (my favorites), but we strongly encourage you to check out Lois' extensive musical career if you're unfamiliar. And, better still, she'll be playing one of the Brooklyn Chickfactor we mentioned on Monday. It's sold out, but maybe you can sneak in. Or just be nearby, absorbing the massive indie-radiation emanating from the Bell House that night.