In 1986 and I was 18, segueing into an all-black wardrobe and working through a series of unfortunate rebellious hairstyles. Hanging out in a dorm room, I first heard Jon Spencer’s band, Pussy Galore’s song, **** Tease. The song rocked, but I was still slightly shocked, and totally smitten. .
When I was 21, my boyfriend gave me a Pussy Galore album and a cream horn for my birthday. Both things I dearly loved and enjoyed. Sadly, after we broke up, he jimmied the lock of my apartment and stole the record, some spare change, and a bottle of cooking sherry.
By the early 90’s I lived in big apartment with a 60’s thrift store sofa, a bunch of boys, and an iguana named Rosebud. We listened to The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion and drank Rolling Rock all the time.
So of course I left suburbia last week to go see Spencer’s new band Heavy Trash. The icing? My husband’s band, King Memphis, was the opening act. I drank beer and stayed up late and ogled the band like I was still 21.
I no longer have the alcoholic boyfriend, thankfully. But I still have an all-black wardrobe, questionable hair, and damn I love Jon Spencer.
I would have taken pictures of the sale itself if we had not been so crazy-busy, with the checkout line reaching to the back of the sale space. But the customers were patient and happy and I got to see some of my favorite local people, including Heather from The Beadin Path, the artists Jenny Gardner and Pat Corrigan, some of my high school classmates, and of course my darling husband, who managed to not pull anything out of the sale except for two vintage ties.
We’re looking for a bigger venue and more vendors for the next sale and hope to make this a quarterly event. I cannot wait – I love meeting the people who buy my clothes!