96 Tears and 96 Eyes

[vulgarweed]

Yet another version of the archetype of My Perfect Man (tm) has passed out of the world.

Rest in Peace, Lux Interior

I couldn't find a decent version on YouTube of my favorite Cramps song. It's "New Kind of Kick" - means a lot to someone who always runs out of steam in games of 'I Never," (cause that game is usually sex- and drug-related and, well, I don't have many 'nevers' left - and I wish I did because I'm always looking for the truly-mind-blowing one I haven't heard of yet) and winds up flailing with lame shit like "I've never gone skiing."

You'll like this one, though:

The really upsetting thing? My dad is even more upset by this news than me. We're both big Cramps fans, but unlike me he never got to see them live.

Comments

[schwap23.livejournal.com]

I am horrified, absolutely whore-if-eyed to hear that you have never gone skiing! The shock! The scandal!

And what, there is no love for "Don't Eat Stuff Off The Sidewalk"? True words of wisdom right there...

I was actually just thinking about The Cramps the other day. I read an interview they did for one of the early ReSearch books, where they talked about, well, being themselves in a time before anyone had heard of them. Going to thrift stores to buy records for 25 cents (of musicians I would give me eye teeeth to have recordings of) and trying to find clothes. It sounded so mundane and otherworldly at the same time. Gives me random thoughts of what it's like to be strange, and how much of that strangeness you can safely show. Of course, it seems to me that being 'safe' was never one of their major concerns, and for that if nothing else, I am grateful to have even known of their existence.

[germane.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't have even of known had you not posted this. Thanks.

[eveiya.livejournal.com]

Shit. This makes me feel so old. I saw them live in Edinburgh in 1986 and inside my head that really doesn't seem such a long time ago...

[qtheallpowerful.livejournal.com]

So, here I am reading my flist where I see Yet another version of the archetype of My Perfect Man (tm) has passed out of the world.

Rest in Peace, Lex Luther

Oo Say what?! Says I. I knew she was odd, but really. A) Evil meglomaniac, B) Fictional character who is not dead. What the flip. Then I looked again, and felt the world fall back to it's proper order.