Nino Ramsby fronted the Swedish group Salt in the 1990s. Back then, he was Nina Rambsy, but in 2015, he came out as a transgender man - something he had privately and internally identified as for years.
None of that matters to the music, which is amazing. I just wish we had heard more from Salt - this song hit US shores in 1996, and they were broken up a year later. Ramsby is still a star in Sweden and still making music - his last few albums have been less grunge and more jazz.
On a cold day nine years ago, my friend Scott and I were talking about music. We were DJs at a little radio station called WSBU in the early to mid 1990s, and we shared a love of alternative music at the time. We were a couple of old punks.
On this day, we'd find out we shared a love of Ashlee Simpson and other fun poppy music. And so, I started a blog, with this post - an Ashlee Simpson song. In fact, this is exactly what I said:
Let's open up this blog with one of the guiltiest pleasure songs ever performed. It's hard to be bad-ass in argyle, but Ashlee Simpson tries, and pulls it off to some extent. It's really hard to say "Ashlee Simpson" and "bad-ass" in the same sentence while keeping a straight face.
That was the whole post, people. I also made this questionable font and design choice for this blog - but in nine years, I haven't bothered to change that.
I hope 2021 brings us some new Ashlee music, but for now, enjoy her 2007 single that was a chart disappointment but is still entertaining and pokes fun at some of the scandals that plagued Ashlee throughout her career.
