Archive for February, 2006

The Flirty Guitar


I just found out about this via the Typical Girls list. I don’t know much about Helen McCookerybook but her music on myspace is quite lovely and she seems to have a very interesting history.
It has been interesting. I am writing a book called The Lost Women of Rock, about female players of rock instruments in the late 1970s and early 1980s. Ages ago, I interviewed a whole bunch of people- Gina Birch (The Raincoats), Lora Logic (Essential Logic), Vi Subversa (Poison Girls), Enid Williams (Girlschool), Lucy O’Brien (Catholic Girls), members of Dollymixture and The Gymslips, Poly Styrene, and also John Peel and Geoff Travis. In the last couple of weeks I have caught up with some people I didn’t talk to earlier- Tessa Pollitt from The Slits, June Miles-Kingston (Mo-Dettes, Funboy 3) and Gaye Black (The Adverts). What a responsibility, to put it all together. I hope I do them justice! A good side effect is that June is auditioning for The Slits, who are going to get back together; but now, I have to sit down and write. Problem is, the computer is in the same room as my guitar, which keeps flirting with me!

Totally unrelated: I finally saw Rize last night and I want to hire Tommy The Clown for my next party.


February 26, 2006 at 2:47 pm Leave a comment

Trying To Sing


PIERRE, S.D. – South Dakota lawmakers approved a ban on nearly all abortions Friday, setting up a deliberate frontal assault on Roe v. Wade at a time when some activists see the U.S. Supreme Court as more willing than ever to overturn the 33-year-old decision.

Republican Gov. Mike Rounds said he was inclined to sign the bill, which would make it a crime for doctors to perform an abortion unless it was necessary to save the woman’s life. The measure would make no exception in cases of rape or incest.

I’ve been depressed ever since I read this. What sort of mean-spirited person makes this kind of law in 2006 and why?

Not really related: last night I dreamt I was at karaoke and Jerk Jerkinelli was yelling out to me from the side, “Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaraaaaaaaaaaaah,” and bugging me like I was at work. I was like, “Dude, go away, I’m trying to sing.”

February 24, 2006 at 11:16 pm 1 comment

Take Me Out


I’ve had a nagging cough so I took some sick time today and spent most of it in bed. In the middle of the day I had the most fabulous dream. Maria told Franz Ferdinand that I should sing with them. The irony is that she’s a great singer in real life and often does an amazing version of “Take Me Out.” The Franz boys and me gathered around the piano and actually had me reading music, which I haven’t done since my viola-playing days in high school. After rehearsal, one of the boys in the band (who was not Alex, I think it was the dark haired one), sat down with me in front of a turntable and said to me, “Do you fancy some records? If it’s okay I’d like to play you some.” And then they took me shopping for their very smart looking suits and they actually found some that fit me and I looked like a very happening drag king or a cute androgynous girl.

February 23, 2006 at 9:42 pm Leave a comment


Why is my whole blog in italics now?

February 14, 2006 at 9:43 pm 1 comment

Movies I Watched With Ant While Snowed In


To tell you the truth, much of it’s a blur of wine, Doritos, and Wawa cold cuts.

Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle: Like Cheech & Chong but hotter and smarter. I don’t know if the Jew neighbors were a good or a bad stereotype, but at least they were the only white characters who were sympathetic to their plight and not assholes, which might be kind of like real life. I would watch more movies with Kumar as the male lead. I think it’s an untapped market.

Me and You and Everyone We Know:
All the adult characters talked in martian poetry which would have been forgiveable if any of them were likeable. I ilked the children the best, especially the youngest boy who coined the phrase “pooping back and forth.” I want an excuse to say that to someone. Plus like, Miranda July might be a rad artist and all, but she still upholds the indie film female ideal: skinny, flatchested, cryptic but non-threatening.

Born To Boogie: I would like to live in Marc Bolan’s curls. My favorite parts were the Monty Python-esque vignettes, like the one of a picnic with nuns eating hamburgers and a vampire and a string quartet and Marc Bolan singing shooby-dooby in his Mad Hatter hat. My favorite part of the concert footage was the audience. All the girls look like Amy DiCamillo of Undergirl and all the boys look like Kurt Heasley from The Lilys. Or maybe I have it backwards.

February 14, 2006 at 9:42 pm 2 comments

No Alphabet, No Sex


I love how everyone got the genius idea today to buy music for their loved ones, it’s a nice idea, but I want to say, sorry, you’re not getting laid tonight, you’re too stupid. Especially if you’re buying her Mariah Carey.

By the way, don’t tell me you looked for something and couldn’t find it when there are three rows of it right IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE!

But today, my heart goes out to the 12,000 Hurricane Katrina survivors who are now homeless while other chumps used the FEMA money for $450 tattoos, porn, and condos. Maybe next time Cheney should shoot Brownie by accident.

February 14, 2006 at 9:23 pm Leave a comment

Move Closer To the World My Friends

See “Chatty” Cathy Heard as a double threat: writer and star drag king!
Also, vintage Action News fans: I’m playing the Green Grocer. Fresh VEG-tab-les, anyone?

DJ K-Tell & The Dumpsta’ Players present:
Wed. February 15th
11pm Showtime — sharp!
@ Bob and Barbara’s
1509 South Street
Info: (215)-545-4511
99 cent cover


This Valentine’s Day, instead of flowers the Dumpsta’
Players say it with brainwashing, betrayal, revenge
and Tuna Helper as we return to the gritty world of
newly “out” Officer Manley.

After putting away vicious underworld queen Black
Betty, Manley whisked troubled boy toy, Junkie Luv,
away to the quiet life in Pennsauken. Their facade of
domesticity shattered as Junkie Luv relapsed into
doping and hustling, driving Junkie Luv back on the

Manley reunites with his old boss, curmudgeonly Sgt.
Fish, to track down his missing lover. Meanwhile, a
sinister Mummers cult has adopted Junkie Luv and
raided The Action News studio! A tragic chain of
events will spark a cataclysmic showdown. See who will
live to tell the latest tale of Officer Manley and

“Valentine’s Violation”!

February 14, 2006 at 12:17 am Leave a comment

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