February 05, 2009
The Cramps: Thee Most Exalted Potentate of Love
Among my earliest memories of dealing with hippie/feminist thought control is the time I found myself explaining my Cramps T-shirt to a Wiccan priestess. "There can't be a woman in that band," she sneered. I explained the depth of her error as best I could and more politely than she deserved. Looking back on so many conversations along these lines, I realize now I should never have conceded there was a point to be debated. A two word explaining would have been more than sufficient.
Lux Interior, RIP.
Via Five Feet of Fury.
Posted by Ghost of a flea at February 5, 2009 06:37 AM