I heard the band's cover of "Hanging on the Telephone" one night on WGTB, and it summed up exactly how I felt about my girlfriend at the time, whose mother clearly felt that her daughter was Too Good For Me. (tbqh, she was right, but it all worked out. For her.) I went out the next day and bought Parallel Lines, which to this day is one of my favorite albums. The combination of Jimmy Destri's synthesizer and Debbie Harry's vocals was awesome on the dance tracks and the band still showed flashes of their punk origins on tunes like "11:59" and "Will Anything Happen?". I taped the album and played it almost constantly in the fall and winter of 1978 as my life was falling apart and I drove back and forth between Baltimore and Walter Reed Hospital trying to get into the Army; no other album fit my mood nearly so well. People could say that "Blondie is a band", but it wouldn't have been the same band without the dyed-blonde ex-Playboy Bunny who mixed streetwise and sweet into such an explosive vocal mix. Madonna, Gwen Stefani and Shirley Manson would have their days in the sun later down the road, but for me, they'll always be pale imitations of the Real Thing.
Looks like she'll be on tour at the 9:30 next week, unfortunately before payday. It's probably sold out anyway. :(