Yesterday was the anniversary of the infamous Tony Harding attack on Nancy Kerrington that occured during a practice session for the 1994 U.S. Figure Skating Championships.  Elizabeth Searle, author of the recent story on Fanzine ‘The Candidate’s Daughter’ is interviewed here on Newsday about it.  Searle’s the author of Tonya & Nancy a rock opera on the subject, currently playing in Portland, Oregon. Check it if you are in the area.  

Okay so no posts lately as I've been trying to get my head around this economic collapse and since there's absolutley too much to say right now on that topic, am holding off, but besides reading daily about one or another sordid character making off with the loot have been reading David Denby's American Sucker about the dot com market collapse he got involved in, prompted after reading Denby's Snark which came out this month...more on both of those soon I hope. Denby's somebody I never thought I'd ever write an essay about, so it's a compelling thought, and there are some good threads running in his 3 books now, taken together...anyway, promises, promises, meanwhile I missed this interview with Josh Cohen on HTML Giant. Which you should check out. Cohen's written some amazing books the past few years and deserves more attention. Also just saw some amazing stills from Damon Packard's new movie Nausicaa, in production.  Tomorrow is the Oscars, and looking forward to the wrap ups from Kevin Killian and Benjamin Strong again....

Lux Interior, Cramps frontman, dead at 60. 

Here's a favorite little ditty from one of the skinniest men in showbiz, Lux Interior, who'd could shove a mic down his pants¹, then down his throat while howling, and then up your butt if he wanted. The punks of the world keep dropping like flies, yes human flies, and I'm wondering if Yeats and Johnny Rotten and the rest weren't right, that this center isn't gonna hold, and (more, yeah even...more) anarchy will be loosed upon the world.  The falcon can't hear the falconer and... Oh whatever, we won't be able to hear the Garbage Man in the flesh anymore, and that was the way to do it. There they are above live, The Cramps, Posion Ivy and crew at the Napa State Mental Institute (and no I didn't shoot that, was 11 and still in decent mental health before I got around to acid and "Psychedelic Jungle", but did catch them at the Roxy a few years later, at, if this person's records are correct, their first show in the ATL (in God, 1990?). Well had to wait a few years before their southern fused 'pyschobilly' vibes made it to the motherland...).  Anyway, yeah Lux was the real junk.  -CM

Garbage Man

"you ain't no punk, you punk. you wanna talk about the real junk? if i ever slip, i'll be banned 'cause i'm your garbageman. well you can't dig me you can't dig nothin'. do you want the real thing, or are you just talkin'? do you understand? i'm your garbageman. yeah, somethin' from the garage and down the driveway. now get outta your mind and get outta my way. now do you understand? do you understand? louie, louie, louie, lou-i the bird's the word and do you know why? you gotta beat it with a stick. you gotta beat it 'til it's thick. you gotta live until you're dead. you gotta rock 'til you see red. now do you understand? do you understand? i'm a garbageman. aw, jump on and ride... yeah it's just what you need when you're down in the dumps. one half hillbilly and one half punk. big long legs and one big mouth. the hottest thing from the north to come out of the south. do you understand? do you understand? woo, i can't lose with the stuff i use, and you don't choose no substitutes. so stick out your can 'cause i'm your garbageman. louie, louie, louie, lou-i the bird's the word and do you know why? you gotta beat it with a stick. you gotta beat it 'til it's thick. you gotta live until you're dead. you gotta rock 'til you see red. now do you understand? do you understand? do you understand? all right, hop off. " -Lux Interior

_{1. This particular clip recommended from D.C.'s blog. I figured he'd of found the definitive 'Garbage Man' as I know that was his fave, and maybe why I focused on that tune here, but anyway, giving credit where it's due.  A good one for the mic everywhere bit...}

I missed my free grand slam breakfast.  I know I said I was gonna be serious about this blog from here on out.  But this is serious.  I really could have used a free grand slam breakfast this morning.  Sure, you are thinking, stop complaining, you now reside in the dixie/Waffle House region of the country and can have Waffle House scattered smothered and covered hash browns 24/7, and hell, even kick back and enjoy an indoors cigarette afterwards (that is if I still smoked). But alas... I missed it. The 6 am to 2 pm window today, this Tuesday the 3rd of February, one day after Ground Hog's day, two days after the promotion was announced at the Super Bowl. I would have had to drive to Norcross of course (this ain't L.A.. Ain't many Denny's here). Still... I fucked up. It's 3 o'clock and I doubt I'll ever eat at a Denny's again (unless it's my birthday, and I am in L.A. I think they have free breakfasts then, on your birthday. Is that right? Remember the old days of Denny's when...  I could keep going on about this, but...)