People! I can hardly express how sad I am to write about the death of Lux Interior, founding member of The Cramps. You can read Pitchfork's obit here.
It was just a few years ago that I was able to catch the Cramps at the Roxy here in Boston, I'd never gotten to see them in their heyday, but from the show that night it was evident they were in no way past their prime. Interior strode on stage in a plasticine snake print body suit with matching jacket, he hollered and writhed the show away, huffing the scent out of one of Ivy's boots as she played some serious thunderous guitar looking unbelievably hot even in what, her mid-50's?
If anything, shows like this were among the very things that encouraged me to put together a blog like this one, which (at least intermittently) aims to celebrate aging rockers who are still out there kicking ass. Bottom line Mr. Interior, your death cuts me to the core. Thank god I saw you before you went, and thanks for rocking into your early 60's. Rest in Peace.
Below: The Cramps in their immortal performance in Urgh A Music War singing Tear This Damn Place Up.
2 comments:
Correction: "She loves to move, she loves to groove, she loves the lovin' things"
Love the Diane Lane Fabulous Stains pic
But *I* love a lot of things!
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