Getting Punked By Patti Smith
I wanted to be Lou Reed, but I wanted to kiss Patti Smith’s barefoot feet, crawl up her white dress, untie the red scarf that she had tied off round her upper arm in an echo of the ritual of the spoon and spike, and worship at the Altar, with Marie, whoever she is, in […]More
Dancing Barefoot for the Goddess
If in doubt, listen to Patti. I have been good recently, varied my musical diet with jazz and new distractions, but sometimes there is nothing else for it, but Patti, that feminine mouthpiece of the Muse, incantation reciting don’t give a fucking shit about The Man, Gloria herself. There is of course, Them’s original Gloria, […]More
Radio Ethiopia: Tune Into Patti Smith
If you have been following me at all you will know how I feel about Patti. Punk Queen extraordinaire, poetess, Rimbaud in skinny jeans and smeared eyeliner. The thinking rock and roll fan’s crush, and possibly the most fun I have ever had listening to anything in my entire life. The doyenne of CBGB’s least […]More
Happy International Women’s Day…I guess….
I’m sincere in my simplistic grouchiness. It is all well and good to celebrate female excellence, female power, female stoic holding on being women in a man’s world, to celebrate for a day. It is all well and good to offer each other support and pats on the back, but it isn’t nearly enough, is […]More