For her sake, I hope at least one is a girl. Can you imagine the poor woman looking after THREE of those little monkeys?
Not that an Iera couldn't be every bit as bananas as her Daddy...
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
For her sake, I hope at least one is a girl. Can you imagine the poor woman looking after THREE of those little monkeys?
Not that an Iera couldn't be every bit as bananas as her Daddy...
"Frank, they're never going to stop climbing people if you keep SHOWING THEM HOW"
I keep imagining them coming out with wee tattoos.
Tineh little Bouncing Souls onesies.
Aw! It is a good thing they got in the practice "parenting" with all of those dogs!
I just read that Alex Chilton has died.
No details.
Anyone heard anything more concrete?
Yeah, read it on the NYT Arts Beat blog.
Sad now.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I am one of those stereotypical indie rock fans for whom Big Star was a huge touchstone.
I first heard Radio City in Boston in '84 - borrowed it from my roommate. Bought Flies on Sherbert at Newbury Comics. But it was in SF where I got fully immersed in the myth. My roommate Matthew gave me both LPs when he bought the Ryko CD reissues. I became friends with Judith Beeman who published the Big Star zine Back of a Car, and wrote for it.
And yeah, I saw one of the reunion concerts (with Jon Auer and Ken Stringfellow from the Posies) at the Fillmore. The show itself was amazing but even more memorable was just being in a huge crowd of Big Star fans, all singing along to every song.
I've still got a stack of Judith's zine, if anybody wants a copy.
Thank you, Friend.