Remember this: Everything that you have ever experienced in your entire life has brought you to this instant. All things now are possible in the limitless void of counter-actuality. All things too that are knowable, will be realized in this new dimension of bikini girls with machine guns.
Sounds like heaven. RIP Lux Interior.
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My little brother still remembers my taking him to a Cramps show in ~1986, where his young punker mind was blown by the number of old punkers carrying their kids on their shoulders so they could see the immortals do their thing. I used to work with a research assistant in LA who used to be Lux's roommate, and she had a story about a time where he developed some kind of fungus on his eyeball that was just the kind of thing I desperately wanted to be true of my culture hero.
That's awesome Tavis! I have similar memories of going to see the Pogues with my dad in 1987 or so. Not a punk rocker by any stretch, my pop, but he and I shared a lot of music till an unfortunate incident that involved his (short-lived) Nazarene conversion and my copy of ...And Justice For All.
I never saw the Cramps -- never owned an album by them -- but every time I ever heard them on the radio or wherever they rocked my socks.
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