That is sad.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Buffista Music 4: Needs More Cowbell!
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.
I'm so sad about Poly Styrene. I just heard that she had breast cancer yesterday. I'm sitting at my desk crying. fucking cancer.
Oh cancer, up yours.
The idea that punk could be for everybody was never better encapsulated than in her teenaged self in braces fronting a major punk band.
It's cool that she had a new album coming out, though.
I wish I liked the new album more. I gave it a good listen last week and it didn't do much for me. I can listen to the X-Ray Spex LP non-stop, though. So good!
It's an odd experience having Katherine Whalen as your lunch waitress.
It's an odd experience having Katherine Whalen as your lunch waitress.
Wow, no kidding. I feel like I should send her a ten dollar bill or something.
She's still playing music locally, in a couple of bands. My friend's bf is in one of them. And they play around a lot, but it's nothing compared to the heyday of SNZ. Which may be a kind of blessing, who knows. Actually, the friend I was eating with also knows her, they were chatting. Big times in a small town.
She was very pleasant and competant, btw.
It's an odd experience having Katherine Whalen as your lunch waitress.
As weird as having Aimee Mann as your cleaning lady? t /Portlandia
Actually, I *have* been waited on by Thalia Zedek. That was a little weird.
The message from all this, people, is that even though you think music pays well, it doesn't.