his art! He sent me this beautiful picture he drew of me that makes me look fabulous. The kind of nice gesture that hits you warm in the stomach hard, but stays with you.
is March 17th. That’s right, it just happens to be St. Patty’s Day too. We are moving in on the interview, the reviews. etc etc. I’m having a lot of fun and if you don’t know much about POESY and you read my site you totally should. Check it out at www.poesy.org crunch time. Me n Gonzo still get in our long walks somehow.Oh, Heh, Obviously my “Drinks With Tony” appearance tonight ain’t happenin’. No biggie, it was a scheduling issue so Paul Corman Roberts and myself will do it next month. Will keep you posted. I’m doing a reading for Cherry BLeeds WIth William Taylor Jr, MK Chavez,Melissa Hansen,and oh but the list goes on. More details when I have them.
I have the pleasure of being an intern and guest editor for this issue, I’m really excited. Poesy takes submissions from all over the world of Poetry, Photography, and Reviews. Filled with the names of the small press, POESY is a very cutting edge mag. I can’t do it justice in a blog. Please go to the web site and check out submission info and the history of the magazine athttp//:www.poesy.org
OK, so my internship with Poesy is starting soon. Me, Brian and Dave have spent the last week daily looking at creative spaces to rent. Thought we had one, but better leads anyway…. We are gonna use the space for Poesy and my private painting studio. We will also have a rotating art gallery and weekly open mic, it should be rad. More details, we are moving slow on this so we get just the right spot. By the way Brian has a little link up about my internship if you are interested. http://blog.poesy.org/ In other news I was recently in rusty truck zine and I will be in an anthology with other amazing female writers. Damn, my second anthology with chics…they are gonna start calling me a feminist. I’m on it. I will be on Drinks With Tony on Feb 26th and me and Morrisey will be in town so come hang outtttttttttttt. Then in February I will be reading with Paul Corman Roberts, Tony Dushan, Mk Chavez, and Melissa Hansen at a release for the book (I’m in this book as well, but its not all women) OK, so busy busy busy. Not to busy to post these pics of my new electric scooter that i LOVE. I have had a Vespa and prefer the scooter. No filling out any fucking paperwork. Anyway, I would like it officially to go on record that the MAIN reason I purchased this scooter off of Craigslist for SEVENTY FIVE DOLLARS was to make Christopher Robin jealous. That is all for now. William, the 26th, coming out with us? some pics of my dog Gonzo
LUX INTERIOR, THE LEGENDARY SINGER FOR THE CRAMPS DEAD AT 62Lux Interior, legendary lead singer of influential garage-punk act The Cramps, died Wednesday morning (February 4, 2009) due to an existing heart condition, according to a statement from the band’s publicist. He was 62.Born Erick Lee Purkhiser, Interior started the Cramps in 1972 with guitarist Poison Ivy (born Kristy Wallace, later his wife) — whom, as legend has it, he picked up as a hitchhiker in California. By 1975, they had moved to New York, where they became an integral part of the burgeoning punk scene surrounding CBGBs.Their music differed from most of the scene’s other acts in that it was heavily steeped in camp, with Interior’s lyrics frequently drawing from schlocky B-movies, sexual kink and deceptively clever puns. (J.H. Sasfy’s liner notes to their debut EP memorably noted: “The Cramps don’t pummel and you won’t pogo. They ooze; you’ll throb.”) Sonically, the band drew from blues and rockabilly, and a key element of their sound was the trashy, dueling guitars of Poison Ivy and Bryan Gregory (and later Kid Congo Powers), played with maximal scuzz and minimal drumming.Because of that — not to mention Interior’s deranged, Iggy Pop-inspired onstage antics and deep, sexualized singing voice (which one reviewer described as “the psychosexual werewolf/ Elvis hybrid from hell”) — the Cramps are often cited as pioneers of “psychobilly” and “horror rock,” and can count bands like the Black Lips, the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, the Reverend Horton Heat, the Horrors and even the White Stripes as their musical progeny.Over the course of more than 30 years, the Interior and Ivy surrounded themselves with an ever-changing lineup of drummers, guitarists and bassists, and released 13 studio albums (the last being 2003′s Fiends of Dope Island). They also famously performed a concert for patients at the Napa State Mental Hospital in 1978 (which was recorded on grainy VHS and has since become a cult classic) and appeared on a Halloween episode of “Beverly Hills, 90210.” Their video for the song “Bikini Girls With Machine Guns” also drew rave reviews from Beavis and Butt-head on a memorable episode of the show.Despite the band’s long history, fans generally agree that the group’s peak was in the early ‘80s, with the albums Songs the Lord Taught Us and Psychedelic Jungle. Many clips of the Cramps’ chaotic live shows from the era can be found online; look for their version of “Tear It Up” from the 1980 film “URGH! A Music War.” One memorable (and typical) show in Boston in 1986 found Interior, clad only in leopard-skin briefs, drinking red wine from an audience member’s shoe, and ended with him French-kissing a woman (who wasn’t his wife) for 10 full minutes with his microphone in their mouths.Due to their imagery, obsession with kitsch and dogged dedication to touring — they wrapped up their latest jaunt across Europe and the U.S. this past November — the Cramps commanded a loyal fanbase, and even earned a spot in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, in the form of a shattered bass drum that Interior had shoved his head through.
I am pleased to announce that Scot from Rusty Truck has featured me first in the “Not your bitch” series on outside writers. Not sure how long the series will be up but the ultimate goal will be an anthology with some of the most kick ass female writer’s today…mostly ones who write with a chainsaw.
http://www.outsiderwriters.org/
check it out here
My new dog/companion is Gonzo. He’s a mix between a Brussels Griffin and Jack Russell Terrier. Which dosen’t mean dick to me. We got him from a shelter a little over a week ago. He is awesome! He is about a year and a half old and knows most commands. He’s house broken. He was in such horrible shape when we got him. He had just had his surgery and they didnt have time to bathe him and he got a few little matted dreadlocks we had to cut out. He is the perfect co-pilot. Loves the car, loves the beach, loves pretty much everything. Dosent bark unless someone comes close to me that he does not know. He’s real owner protectant. I got him a crate and I was going to crate train him, but he has proven not to need it. I got really lucky to get such a great dog. I can’t even imagine what kind of idiot would give him up. right now he is sitting on a chair next to me supervising my typing. He may do editorial work for me in the future, can’t say for sure. Everything is going great. I mean, lots of things suck…but just in the way that life is. Nothing horrible (only in my head) I can’t afford therapy anymore. I can no longer afford to pay someone to like me and empathize with me. And I’m reading the Rum Diaries and the main characheter has a very different view on therapy. He saw how it messed with people and their checkbooks. Talked about how one guy was so much away from himself he might as well have been a butler, that’s not a “quote” it’s my blog folks. I am currently reviewing Rigor Mortis Magazine and digging the hell out of. I can tell you right now you will want to pick it up. more on that later.
