This year features two big reunions for me. My high school’s 25th is in August, and my indie-pop-reunion rendezvous goes down this weekend, when the much-loved zine Chickfactor celebrates its 20th anniversary with concerts at Artisphere on Friday and Saturday.
Since my high school reunion is in Michigan, I don’t think I’ll make it. (Sorry, ladies; hit me on the pager.) But I bought tickets immediately when organizers announced Chickfactor’s Saturday night show, which will be the first concert local noise-pop pioneers Black Tambourine have played in two decades.
Audrey’s Diary, the record label I co-founded back in the day, released Black Tambourine’s “Throw Aggi Off the Bridge” 7-inch in 1992, and my friendship with singer Pam Berry landed me in the D.C. area two years later. Berry moved to England in 1998, and we haven’t seen each other since. And as with my high school friends, I haven’t kept in close contact with most of my indie-pop pals. But more so than geographic, school-based connections, music seems like an organic, binding molecule, capable of weathering time, distance — and even a latent interest in heavy metal.