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Missing Persons - Spring Session M
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Missing Persons Spring Session M album cover
February 11, 2025 at 12:08 AM
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Now spinning: Spring Session M - Missing Persons

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Spring Session M by Missing Persons on vinyl
April 27, 2025 at 9:02 PM
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August 7, 2025 at 12:50 PM
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June 17, 2025 at 6:33 AM
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Seeing as it was just Dale Bozzio’s 70th Birthday, I thought it would be nice to pull this one out tonight. ❤️ Missing Persons - Spring Session M. #nowspinning #missingpersons #springsessionm #vinyl #vinylcommunity #vinylcollection #80smusic #1980s #80s
March 5, 2025 at 1:12 AM
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Sunday afternoon jams. #missingpersons #springsessionm #classic #vinyl
October 12, 2025 at 5:21 PM
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Happy anniversary to Missing Persons album, ‘Spring Session M’. Released this week in 1982. #missingpersons #springsessionm #words #destinationuknown #walkinginla #windows #mentalhopscotch
October 8, 2025 at 2:13 PM
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#DearDiary in ALT TEXT…

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#DearDiary, Missing Persons, part 1. Our friend Syd texted a Spotify link to a genius 2020 Missing Persons cover of “California Dreaming.” I’ve always preferred the Missing Persons version of everything, truth be told. At the very end of 1982 or maybe the very beginning of 1983, I saw Missing Persons live at the Tampa Theatre in Tampa, Florida where I lived my senior year of high school. The Kickers of Ass—my long banged and hard bargained, imports only Joy Division/Cure/Echo And The Bunnymen centric school crew—did not deem the Hollywood rockstar fabulosity of Dale Bozzio and the boys worthy of their sulky attention in the slightest, so I attended the concert with Alison Lewis, a way less edgy but beautiful-ish in a preppie norm way classmate who was soon to become the full time girlfriend of the redheaded and good-natured Alan Fitzgerald, not a Kickers of Ass but probably my best friend at the time. Alison had freckles and well-groomed Brooke Shields hair and wore a white cotton off one shoulder mini dress when she picked me up in her brown Camaro to go have dinner at Perkins’ Steak and Shake before the concert. I clearly remember being very aware throughout the entirety of the evening that this was in no way a date even though it felt like one by definition. I am not sure to this day if this was a sad thing for me or a total relief. It might or might not be interesting to include that Alison and Alan went on to college together and returned to Tampa to get married and have kids and do whatever else happens happily or not happily ever after. I was turned on to Missing Persons by my next door neighbor Dagmar X, whose taste was impeccable and whose New Wave coolness levels were off the charts. Dagmar was equal parts glamour and danger, and her teenage adventures in Los Angeles and back home on the edge were the stuff of dreams and legends. Dagmar, who went to night school, was my hero and a true grownup in my eyes, even though we were exactly the same age. Dagma…
August 21, 2025 at 5:36 PM