New friends, especially those in DC who can tell me where I can find the heavy, fast stuff, true honky tonk and rockabilly wrapped up in some real-deal ENTHUSIASM. Who is representing for Link Wray these days? Patsy? And, as always, if you're a strong man with a little bit of swagger, the kind of man who can deal with my far-ranging contradictions--then introduce yourself. These include my attraction to a shaved head and lots of ink as well as a straight man who ain't afraid of sporting tight breeches and a beauty spot from time to time (c'mon, pretty please?). Someone who gets why I love the nobility of Robert E. Lee and the no-bullshit/ Everyman qualities of Johnny Cash and Joe Strummer; super extra bonus points if he can yodel. Deal breakers include a devotion to the Grateful Dead and an inability to be a gentleman and woo a girl when required. And read a book from time to time, okay?
Well first, I gotta say that there was a fucking REGIME CHANGE in my musical tastes when I finally, FINALLY heard Hank III and Assjack live way back when. Those boys are like aural crack and I'm STILL not over it. Do yourself a favor and get you some....that said, I love the Holy Trinity of Johnny, Hank Sr. and Carl; Mr. Jerry Lee Lewis (who can still make a girl swoon); Minor Threat, Fugazi, Bad Brains and most things on the DC Dischord label (cut my teeth on hardcore shows at the old 9:30 Club, don'tcha know...); X in all its iterations; the Ramones; the Clash; the Misfits and Glenn Danzig's Satanic Elvis sound; WANDA JACKSON!; Link Wray; MR. DALE WATSON!; Huelyn Duvall; Chuck Berry; Loretta; Porter; Buck Owens; J. B. Beverley & The Wayward Drifters; WAYNE HANCOCK!; Drive-By Truckers esp songs penned by Mike Cooley; the Stones (esp the dirty blues country stuff); Dwight Yoakam; Dax Riggs; Blondie; Robert Johnson; the Upper Crust; Iggy; EYEHATEGOD; the Dwarves; the Melvins; Big Mama Thornton (her "Hound Dog" annihilates anyone else's--LORD!; Those Poor Bastards; the Ronettes, the Crystals and other Girl Group sounds of the '50s and '60s; Wildhearts; and many other guilty pleasures. These days I cannot get enoough of Precious Bryant's music and Hank III's cover of "False Hearted Lover's Blues." I have fierce devotion to artists who pay their respects and then make their own statement. I honestly don't get people who fail to connect to music in a heart-rush way. And oh yeah, "jam band" is an obscenity in my book.
I'm still a sucker for COAL MINER'S DAUGHTER and AUNTIE MAME, probably because I not-so-secretly want to BE a combination of Loretta Lynn and Mame herself (with a little Wanda Jackson and some Versaille wantonness thrown in). Also loved SUNSHINE STATE, QUILLS, Otto Preminger's LAURA, THE BAD SEED, THE BIRDS, ROSEMARY'S BABY, MYSTERY TRAIN, HEDWIG AND THE ANGRY INCH, KING OF COMEDY, ROCK AND ROLL HIGH SCHOOL, MIDNIGHT COWBOY, CRY BABY, THE WOMEN, GONE WITH THE WIND, OFFICE SPACE, REPO MAN, THE UNHEARD MUSIC, BEYOND THE VALLEY OF THE DOLLS, BLUE VELVET, WILD AT HEART, WELCOME TO THE DOLLHOUSE, WESTWAY TO THE WORLD, HONKY TONK BLUES, GIMME SHELTER & HEAVY METAL PARKING LOT.
I love, love, love KING OF THE HILL. I seem to be always watching re-runs of BEVERLY HILLBILLIES, GHOSTHUNTERS or MY BIG REDNECK WEDDING. LOST is good. I still miss HOMOCIDE and THE YOUNG ONES and think I was one of the few people--with Xtine--who watched and loved Bruce Campbell's JACK OF ALL TRADES.
What can I say, I'm a complicated girl: I like reading the obituaries and any AIA guide; fiction by Southern writers like Faulkner and Welty and fancy-ass tomes by Frenchmen like Proust. Throughout my life I've returned to Yeats, James Baldwin and THE PHILOSOPHY OF ANDY WARHOL: FROM A TO B AND BACK AGAIN for its statement that everyone deserves their own best lighting. I think Muriel Spark is wicked in the best way and I believe that a person can't really call themselves a New Yorker until they've read THE POWER BROKER. Other loves include THE EMPEROR OF SCENT, AMONG THE THUGS, THE SECRET LIFE OF THE LONELY DOLL, RED DIRT: GROWING UP OKIE, UNDER THE BANNER OF HEAVEN, THE DEAD and pretty much anything by Lester Bangs.
My devotion to Hank Williams knows no bounds. His music speaks to me in a way that no artist has. The portrait of him on this page is by Kreepy Jacksin (myspace.com/folkartforheathens) who is the real deal, ladies & gents. I also have great affection for Mme Pompadour, Riff Randall, Exene Cervenka, June Carter Cash, Debbie Harry, Joey Ramone, Joe Strummer (natch), Paul Reubens, Leigh Bowery, Rudy Burckhardt, people who make things, the old timers in Astoria (Queens), and historic preservationists everywhere.
Which fucked-up genius composer are you?
Hank Williams... you're fucked up on drinks, pills and a broken heart. You'll die young and wild, but influence more people than you could ever imagine. If it wasn't for you, rock n roll would be nothing more than benign and insipid.
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