I'm in a very Blondie-circa-Plastic-Letters mood these days. When I was in high school, I worshiped this band. I have all their albums. On vinyl. And imports and bootlegs worth the kind of dough that could fund a small South American putsch. It wasn't so much that I wanted to be Debbie Harry, although her pop cultural cool was unsurpassed. No, what I really wanted was to be was Clem Burke. Most underrated drummer ev-ah.
What I like about this song is that it illustrates perfectly Blondie's roots before achieving super duper mega stardom with Parallel Lines and its hit single, the tongue-in-disco's-cheek "Heart of Glass." Before all that, Blondie was a punk band. Still tongue-in-cheek, but definitely more rough edged.
This is for Mandy in Detroit, who I'm hoping can shed some light on the "442" part of this song: