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About Me

My name's Penny Less (shorthand: -$.01), and I specialize in making garbage pretty. I am a trash necromancer, communicating with dead waste to predict the future. Sha-ZAM! Okay, so I'm not that freaky about it. Although reviving trash has always fascinated me, it's been only recently that I have dedicated my music to exploring - and, oftentimes, exploiting - the metaphorical meaning of rubbish.
It all started at an open mic eight months ago in Duluth. I was low on original song material and had parted ways with all my musical instruments. On a whim, I said, "I need a jazzy guitar player to get up here on stage with me. Just improvise." It took about five minutes, but some dude finally approached the stage. He comped with a few easy, breezy chords while I fetched one of those free crummy weekly rags from a table and went into a silky, Astrid Gilberto bossa nova whisper: "LONELY IN CELL 16: Currently incarcerated SBM ISO pleasantly plump lady(ies). Age, race, unimportant. Reply to Box 26048." An audience member jokingly (?) grabbed a pen in her purse and the napkin on the adjacent table. The ease of the bossa nova segued into a punk funk scowl as I perused the trite classifieds for twelve more minutes. I closed with a bluesy howl that sent more than one audience member home, a fact I'm sometimes validated by. The remaining audience was left dumbfounded - perhaps taken aback - but I knew this was something Duluth needed, a city with more homogeneous mass than cottage cheese.
Daily Dumpster Dives followed that performance. I've encountered a boatload of Grandma's Marathon request forms (Canal Park, second Dumpster from Little Angies), a little girl's diary, field notebooks, albums, a red rotary telephone, boxes of ethernet cables. Most have been sung about or thrown at audience members at open mics and gigs since that fateful night of Weekly Reader Classifieds.
About the music: I did a full-length album under the name DJ Duh when I was 19 and two tracks - "Old-School Stereo Flow" and "At 19, Part II" are featured here. Those were the days when I was rockin' the 1200s and playing banjo! And, of course, funk guitar. The other two - "Soul Brother '73" and "Pada Kisha" (Serbo-Croatian for "it's raining') I recorded in 2006 as Blank Paiges' Power Plant.
This just in. . .I am now in South Dakota and getting back into the groove! That is all. Please write me with all the new and cool musical/artistic goings-on.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 31/05/2006
Band Members: Ms. Paiges a/k/a Miss Penny Less
Influences: Laura Nyro
DeMers
Roisin Murphy
Brides of Funkenstein
Roy Ayers & RAMP
Mary Lou Williams
Oscar the Grouch
Nancy Rost
3-d glasses
Lukas Devita
Blondie
Alice Babs
Buffy St. Marie
The Passions
LiLiPUT/Kleenex
X-Ray Spex
Sounds Like: Trash
Type of Label: Major

My Blog

End of Transmission

So, this is my last entry. I was goofing around on Facebook tonight and found a profile of somebody I know. It was nasty and crass and really disturbed me. It was/is like an image of a car a...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 21:11:00 GMT

Salt, Pepa, and Catholic Girls

1993 was a revelatory year in music. In the summer of that year, right after 3rd grade, my dad joined a music club - you know, the one with the 11-for-the-price-of-none CD gimmick. I remembe...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 20:40:00 GMT

A Night in the Penalty Box

I always thought homelessness was for the over-age-40 meth & wino crowd, something strictly reserved for major losers with severe mental and emotional disabilities. Although I do enjoy t...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 13:18:00 GMT

Life in 3-D

"Thank you for calling Target - how may I help you?""Yeah, I'm looking for a multi-pack of 3-D glasses." Silence."And, I was, um, just wondering if you sold them at Target.""Let me transfer you ...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Feb 2007 13:30:00 GMT

Waters of Zivot Moj

Have you ever had a dream that takes you deeper than any conscious experience? I woke up a few days ago from one of the deepest dreams of my life. My Bosnian friend Fildijana and I were on a smal...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Feb 2007 22:17:00 GMT

The Death of the Art of a Former Taboo

Once upon a time, not too long ago, I was in 6th grade at a parochial school in International Falls. Occasionally, our class would head over to the public high school to participate in track meets, c...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 14:10:00 GMT

The Purpose of the Critic

I was reading an old Downbeat magazine from '78 or '79 a few years back. There was an interview with Phoebe Snow - that soft and folky afro-gypsy who always puts me into a gentle tranc...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 22:53:00 GMT

Sad news today in the world of nuclear power plants.

So much for a British fan base. . . Britain Closes 2 Oldest Nuclear PlantsLONDON - The two oldest commercial nuclear power stations in the world were closed down Sunday after 40 years of service, the ...
Posted by on Sun, 31 Dec 2006 19:57:00 GMT

Bus Stop Options

"SURGEON GENERAL'S WARNING: Smoking causes lung cancer, heart disease, emphysema, and may complicate pregnancy." It's a message that's boldy emphasized on every pack of cigarettes sold in the United ...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 15:22:00 GMT

Passion Trumps Reality

One day in 9th grade English class, Mr. Stimac handed out a thick booklet filled with all the latest information about Minnesota careers. Pie charts and bar graphs complemented text describing the bas...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Dec 2006 15:50:00 GMT