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.
How could I not!?
nothing wrong w/ an alcoholic boyfriend !
Not until they steal your cooking brandy!