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Happy Birthday Miss Poop!


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In honor of Amy Salit’s birthday, I’m posting a pic of one of her faves, Patti Smith. Amy was my favorite boss at my favorite job ever, a researcher for Fresh Air, where I was basically paid to ride my bike to the library and look up articles on hermaphrodites, food-bourne illnesses, Tom Hanks, and Bill Clinton. On my first day of work, Amy announced, “I’m disorganized and I’m a bitch,” so naturally we got along famously. She was a punk before you were and I still want to be Amy when I grow up.

Happy 28th!


March 1, 2007 at 2:31 pm Leave a comment

Eternal Questions


I don’t know Tastes Like Depeche Mode at all. Even if we never meet, based on today’s entry, she is my kinda people:

I’m personally sick of my polite and friendly manner being openly mocked by such folks. In their effort to be proles or recognize the struggle of every day people, they somehow have transcended themselves to a higher plane, maybe a karmic, cosmic, holier-than-thou playing field, where they are more subjugated, caged and misunderstood than anyone else. And this means that being nice, or polite and friendly, will undermine their “street cred” and show others that hey, maybe life just isn’t that bad.

If she has this shit figured out at 24, God bless her. Go into the light, girlfriend. Go. Into. The. Light.

January 25, 2007 at 12:52 pm Leave a comment

Rock Townsmen and Townswomen


Rob Sheffield and Chuck Eddy influenced my writing stylistically but it was seeing Evelyn McDonnell and Ann Powers in The Village Voice, and reading Rock She Wrote that made me think that my own little voice might have a place in the world of rockcrit, or any world for that matter.

So that makes me look forward to Evelyn’s upcoming book, “Mamarama,” a portrait of a rock mommy. So far, this is my favorite line from the excerpt on her childhood. I can’t wait to read more:
“Though record collecting now seems to have become the ultimate nerdy fanboy domain, it was we girls who traded 45s while boys fretted over baseball cards.”

She points out later, however, that later, she and her older brother’s music habits began to diverge slightly:

Brett and I shared 45s and LPs. He was at least as obsessed with music as I was, and since he was older, I learned about bands from him. He checked records out of the library: Joni Mitchell, Led Zeppelin, Cream. The first one bored me, and the second one scared me, but Wheels of Fire, I dug. When our ages were still in the single digits, I owned more 45s than he, but once we hit the doubles, his LP collection outpaced mine. I wasn’t focused enough; I was buying clothes, jewelry, posters.


This might explain the lack of female membership on the listserv-turned-blog Rock Town Hall, but many of my friends on the list have played the part of my older brother over the years. These days I’m scattered between vintage dresses and TV and movies and gay culture and so many other things besides music, especially the kind of rock discussed on RTH, where I simultaneously feel like too much of a poptimist and a punk to fully partcipate and appreciate the discussions. Nevertheless, for those about to rock, I salute you!


One person who would have understood the link between dresses and rock and roll is Rob’s late wife Renee, punk-rockingly lionized here. I miss her and I’ve never even met her before. I even dreamt about her while reading the book. She kept telling me not to worry. I promised her I would stop worrying. And then when I woke up, I broke my promise to her several times. I guess I’m just wired to worry.

My favorite parts are about her taking control of her body and making her own clothes, the notes she leaves in the pockets, and her hats that he leaves all over Central Park.

But really no one’s nailed the review better than Mairead Case:

Sheffield isn’t the first rock critic to attempt an autobiography of loss, nor is he the first to write about a girl who isn’t in his life anymore—Klosterman did it, and so does Cometbus. But Sheffield goes a step further, because he gives Renée a voice, too. A couple of paragraphs are copied directly from notes he found in her pockets, and whenever he talks about her body, it’s about how she felt inside it, not what he wanted from it.

January 23, 2007 at 6:25 pm Leave a comment

Belated Link

Citizen Mom’s advice columns were the final defining factor in my deciding to contribute to Phawker. I wanted to be in good company with such a wise, witty, and classy lady. Of course when I finally got to meet her at the Phawker office party, I was so transfixed by the giant roasted pig (something this sheltered Jewish girl has never seen before), that all I could say to her was, “Duh. Good job on the cheescake!”

Check out her tribute to Rock N Roll Hall of Fame inductee Patti Smith’s Jersey-Philly connection here.

January 19, 2007 at 4:43 pm Leave a comment

History Bears Repeating


From l-r: Redheaded me wearing pants, Vince, Alex, Ed, and Joe (i.e. Jewsuf Piano). This is from October of 2000, at Smockey’s last night of business, lovingly compiled by Ed Hogarty. File under: When Dummytown Was Fun and People Were Taller and Lived Closer to Water.

I posted this photo because I wanted to mention that Joe Paone is finally blogging. Even if it is on freakin myspace. He is one of the funniest, smartest people I know. I’m glad to see him sharing on the internets.

Also, somehow when I moved my blog from myspace to the internets, I forgot to put up a link for Miss Alex Richmond.

January 18, 2007 at 3:36 pm 1 comment

More About Commenting

I took away the “must-be-logged-in to comment” function for those who forgot their usernames and passwords. If I had access to that information, I would give it out to EVERYONE I KNOW. Just kidding.

Anyway, just trying to make it easier for folks to comment. Please don’t make me regret it. Thanks.

Scratch all that. Maria tells me I’ll be spammed to oblivion if I do that. So back to the original plan. Ask wordpress to re-send your stuff and if that doesn’t work, e-mail me directly. Okay?

January 17, 2007 at 9:04 pm Leave a comment

About Those Comments

I like getting comments, it makes me happy. However, if you don’t want to register or can’t for some reason, and you want a comment left for the public, e-mail me and I’ll put it up. WP is trickier for comments, but keeps the spam and other undesirables out.

January 17, 2007 at 3:28 pm Leave a comment

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