Soundcheck Magazine Interview

Hey all! I know a decent blog is overdue, I will get on it this weekend while Hurricane Irene rages.

In the meantime, the always awesome Chris Rockson interviewed me for Soundcheck Magazine: CHECK IT OUT HERE!

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A Small Piece from the "Book"

A few months later, on October 23rd, 1987 to be exact, Guns n Roses were scheduled to play in NY at the Ritz. It was my birthday and we were all pretty stoked to finally be able to see the band.

We met up at Lismar, of course: Betty, Pete, Glenn Benson, Man Ray, Brian “Cycle Boy”, Donna, Betty’s roommate Lisa, Gini and me in as much rock and roll gear as we could pack on: multiple belts, bracelets, and bootstraps. And because it was such an auspicious occasion, we all took ecstasy. Gini most likely abstained because she was smarter than the rest of us, but I hopped right in there with characteristic enthusiasm. Happy birthday to me! I swallowed a big white capsule of powder with Betty in the bathroom, applied another layer of eyeliner, and hoped for the best.

Two hours later at the Ritz: we all stood in a row, blasted out of our minds and holding hands like toddlers on a field trip. Our mouths hung open as we watched Guns n Roses own the stage in a way that I had never seen before. The lights wound around us and the sound thrummed through my body. The entire room vibrated; the band looked and sounded glorious. They were gods of youth and thunder delivering a rock and roll assault of epic proportions. I knew it wasn’t just the drugs, but they definitely helped the overall mood.

I grinned, turned to Man Ray and shouted over the din, “This is the best band I’ve ever seen!” He said, “Right??? Happy birthday, baby!”

I wished I had spent more time at the bar talking to Axl the singer about Axel the jewelry designer when I had had the chance, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered at that moment except the sound and being with my friends.

It was a pretty stellar birthday.

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The glamorous Lismar:

Man Ray, Pete, and Brian:

Betty & me in a classic “day-after” pose:


Old Friends

My lovely friend Mike Dolan (not to be confused with the other Mike that I’m always blogging about) was going through some old VHS tapes and in the middle found this…ahem…gem video from the way back files. He burned it for me and the results is at the bottom of this blog. I’m proud of myself for figuring out how to convert a VOD file to an MPG and then managing to upload it onto the web. It only took me three days…

The video features footage from a local cable show called Overnight Sensation and features a fairly early, definitely pre-record deal inception of Cycle Sluts from Hell backstage with friends. Those friends are Ryan Maher from Circus of Power (very brief – right at the beginning), my future ex-husband/boyfriend at the time, Curt Fleck, for one second getting stickers slapped onto him and then I’m assuming running out of the dressing room in a rush to locate strippers with drugs and cash (but that’s another blog), and his bandmates in Blitzspeer–Phil Caivano (later of Monster Magnet) and Scott Lano. I don’t know what the host’s name was but I’d like you all to pay attention to the very trendy ear cuff he was sporting. Delightful! 

I am slightly suspicious that despite the anti-drug/pro-beer stance I may have been in a chemically enhanced state as I seem a little twitchy and desperate for a drink in the corner there, but I truly can’t remember so those rumors will remain unsubstantiated. It could have also just been the gum-chewing and side-of-mouth talking, both of which I thought made me appear more of a bad-ass.

Then it moves to The Throbs live onstage–Ronnie Sweetheart in his thousands of bracelets, skinny leather pants and giant hair, then on to a brief moment with Joey Ramone, and then CSFH live, sounding pretty crappy, but enjoying ourselves nonetheless.

I wasn’t expecting to see Joey, so when he popped onscreen my heart cracked a little bit. It felt so good to hear him say “Cycle Sluts” one more time.

I have not said anything up until now about the book that recently came out about him because it didn’t feel to be my place. I wasn’t one of Joey’s closest friends and I certainly don’t know what his intimate family life was like beyond what we all know and have read. I also have no personal beef with authors Legs McNeil and Joey’s brother Mickey Leigh, both of whom I know personally. I have no wish to cause ill will and have shot my mouth off so many times in this life to invariably painful results, so in my dotage I strive for a modicum of diplomacy when posting my business for the world to see.

A few days before viewing this video I got a facebook message from a friend who had read the book and wanted my opinion. He was very upset with the way Joey was portrayed. And a day after viewing this video Joey was firmly on my mind so I asked another friend who was close to Joey for his opinion. This person told me that he felt misrepresented and maligned in the book, and said that he believed that the things written about other close friends of ours and Joey’s were either distortions or untruths. 


But I haven’t read it, and probably won’t after hearing all of the personal reviews from friends who knew Joey. So it’s not fair or responsible for me to give too much of an opinion without firsthand knowledge. But after seeing him again on film and thinking about it in a deeper way, I have come to the conclusion that I do have some right to a blogging opinion about Joey, as he was my friend and a special part of my life. He was the first rock star I met when I moved to New York, he was instrumental in my music career, and I could call him or email him any time I pleased.

Joey was, in my experience, a kind, generous, lovely, funny, person. When I see him laughing on film I want to hug him one last time and tell him that I love him. He went out of his way to help the musicians around him and he was a vital force in the New York rock scene. I had some of the funnest times of my life in his presence, and although I have seen him in a bad mood and unhappy, I never experienced the darkness I have heard is expressed in the book.

The Cycle Sluts used to make our friends do this thing with us when we were out partying: It was a very bad group arabesque, which involved locking arms over shoulders like Rockettes and then lifting on leg off the ground behind you and balancing. We made every rock star we knew do it at least once as we thought it was hilarious, and we made Joey do it all the time. Joey had bad balance and OCD issues, so he was not the best person to force into drunken ballet, but he gamely did it anyway. He would laugh and just lift his foot very low off of the ground. He always let us push him around and we loved him for it, and there was always love behind it.


Everyone has their dark places and bizarre foibles, and Joey was certainly human and had his. When I met him we were all partying quite a bit and that took a toll in his life and eventually he quit all drugs and alcohol. I gave some crying shoulder time to a couple of his girlfriends so I knew he could be obnoxious just like the rest of us. But the Joey that I knew was wonderful and gentle and that is how I choose to remember him.

I also believe that when famous people die, the lowest common denominator energy can sometimes take over in the ensuing feeding frenzy. Because that person is gone they cannot defend their own memory or property, intellectual or tangible, and history, as we all know, is written by those left standing. Sometimes there is an agenda that has nothing to do with the person in question, but much more to do with the ego or needs of the persons writing the history. I believe this to be the case this time.

And that is all I’ll say without having read the book. It is only my opinion, so take it as you will. And now, without further ado, let’s take a little trip back to summer of 1988:


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JLG365 Interview

It’s a snow day! Our tree is up and I’ve been in my pajamas all day with the pets, which is great. Not great – missing my ex-bandmates Vas and Loopy’s band Hanzel und Gretyl tonight because of the flu. Hope they have a great show. I’ll be here with my new neti pot. Sooo sexy.

And in the meantime, Jen from JLG365 was kind enough to interview me. The results are here:

If You Wait Long Enough…


…you become relevant again.

From Bravewords, the link is here: http://www.bravewords.com/news/127881

CYCLE SLUTS FROM HELL Debut To Be Reissued In February

Rarities

Posted on Monday, December 07, 2009 at 13:18:05 EST

Legendary New York female biker band CYCLE SLUTS FROM HELL will see their self-titled debut album reissued on February 15th, 2010 through Ironbird via Cherry Red Records.

According to a press release:

This reissue has been digitally remastered and packaged with new sleeve notes by Malcolm Dome.

The group’s only record, it was released in 1992 and produced by Glen Robinson, producer of the 1989 VOIVOD album, Nothingface.

Cycle Sluts From Hell comprised of four women who made the likes of LITA FORD and DORO PESCH seem like the flag bearers for the Doris Day Abstinence Guild! Queen Vixen, Venus Penis Crusher, Honey One Percenter and She-Fire Of Ice not only looked like the ultimate biker fantasy women but had the voices to carry their attitude way beyond the belief that this was somehow a theatrical spoof.

They were also backed by some of the hottest musicians around – bassist Tom Von Doom, guitarists Chris Moffet, Pete ‘Lord Roadkill’ Lisa, Tom Schoonmaker and Ash Gray, with Scott DuBoys on drums (subsequently replaced on the album by Tony Price).

This reissue serves as a reminder of how good Cycle Sluts From Hell really were – with genuine pace, passion and performance they stood for all that is best in rock ‘n’ roll.

Tracklisting:

‘Conqueress’
‘By The Balls’ (Dirty Version)
‘Queen High Love’
‘Dark Ships’
‘I Wish You Were A Beer’
‘Soultaker’
‘E.R.K.S.’ (Dirty Version)
‘Speed Queen’ (Dirty Version)
‘Taste The Flesh’ (Dirty Version)
‘Badass Mama’ (Dirty Version)
‘Bloodlust’ (Dirty Version)

Further details to follow.

Actual Cycle Slut From Hell commentary: 
I did get a myspace message from someone at Sony saying they were going to reissue. I’m glad because it means I can stop having to email the tracks to everyone.

I doubt we will see a dime of this.

Chris Moffett, Tom Von Doom, and Scott Duboys did not play on the album. It was Fernando Rosario, Bobby Gustafson, and Thommy Price, and of course, the inimitable Lord Roadkill, who also co-wrote all the songs with the ladies and was the only musician we ever considered an equal partner. Ash Gray is a great guy and played with us on the reunion, but was never there the first time around.

And I don’t know what they’re talking about with “(Dirty Version)” in parenthesis. If we recorded clean versions of those songs I was absent those days.

Still, it’s nice to be remembered.  If only they had forgotten that butt album cover…


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In Sillier News

I’m totally hyperventilating right now!! My lovely and kind-hearted friend Cheryl found this for me, David and Sean Cassidy mentioning CSFH on national television.

I have to preface this by saying that my first major crush (after Kimba the White Lion and Jack from HR PufnStuf–don’t judge!) was David Cassidy. I used to roll around on the couch in prepubescent anticipation of The Partridge Family’s arrival at 9 pm on TV each week, I think on Friday night. First The Brady Bunch at 8, then Nanny & the Professor at 8:30, then the Partridge Family at 9. Ecstasy. I still know all the words to many of the songs.

So this is ecstasy Part Deux, around the 3 minute mark:

Tales from the Shire

Hallloooo, my friends! I know I haven’t posted anything lately, there just hasn’t been any burning desire to announce or describe anything. Sometimes it’s necessary to refuel the spirit a bit before having something to say, even for a constant opinionator like myself.


I am in the woods of Michigan until Friday, I’ve been here since last Saturday and it’s been delightful, as always. Most of you have already seen the blogs and pictures from the last two summers. Mike gave me his old camera and I’m trying to learn how to use it, so if I have any great (or even marginally interesting) photos I’ll post them when I get home. I haven’t been in Meijers yet so I haven’t gotten any good big butt photos, that’s always a favorite. This is the best one from last year:


 



 


There’s nothing better than a trip to Northern Michigan to make a NY girl feel like a waif. Although, on that tip, after the usual constant and shameful eating that happens here, I will be embarking on a fat flush once home. Unless, of course, I want to get a job as a cashier at Meijers, then I’m golden no matter how much pasta and pie is consumed. Which could be a possibility as I recently learned that the person in charge of handling my job while I’m gone completely eradicated the most important and number-packed Excel file I use on my work computer. On the first day no less. The gays are evil when you make them do things they don’t want to do. I’ll be rebuilding for weeks. 


Drew had to leave halfway through the trip because one of his bands, GOD FIRES MAN, got a tour doing direct support for Filter. It’s a great opportunity for the band but a big drag for our summer vacation. We look forward to it all year and were really ready for some serious doing of nothing. But he did get a lot of swimming in, and we had a great week together. I was hoping to use some of the free time to write, but so far that desire hasn’t hit. It has been a little sad and boring not to have Drew around, but I’ve been calling him every hour with tedious and minute details just to make up for it. I lay upside down in a chair and twirl my hair and talk and talk and talk. He just loves it.

 
And speaking of minor details, can we stop with superhot girls like this confessing their love for my bf on his band pages:
 



 
Blargh. Like I need this? I’m not going to get into actual numbers, but lets just say I could be her mommy.


I get people confessing their love on here as well, but it goes more like this:


CSFH WERE MY FAV BAND IN THE EARLY 90’S, STILL LISTEN TO THE CD FREQUENTLY AND HAVE TURNED ALOT OF FRIENDS ON TO YOUR MUSIC BY BURNING AND SENDING CD’S. ANYWAY I ADORE YOU, YOU ARE EROTIC, EXQUISTE, EXCITING, ABSOLUTLEY BEAUTIFUL, YOU GET THE PIC. I WANTED TO TELL YOU WHAT YOU DID TO ME ONE NIGHT AT HAMMERJACKS (R.I.P.) IN BALTIMORE, I WAS AT THE FRONT OF THE STAGE YOU WERE REAL CLOSE TO THE EDGE OF THE STAGE, WE MADE EYE CONTACT AND YOU CAME CLOSER TO THE EDGE, KNELT DOWN AND TOLD ME “OPEN YOUR MOUTH” WHICH OF COURSE I WILLINGLY DID AND YOU LEANED OVER AND LET YOUR SPIT SENSUALLY ROLL OFF YOUR TOUNGE AND RIGHT INTO MY WAITING MOUTH, IT WAS ONE OF THE MOST SENSOUS, EXCITING, EROTIC MOMENTS OF MY LIFE!! I DONT THINK I USED SCOPE FOR A WEEK. STILL REMEMBER THE FEELING AFTER ALMOST 20 YEARS!!!! YOU CAN SEE SOME OF MY PICS ON MY SPACE, BUT I LOOK NOTHING LIKE I DID WHEN YOU INTOXICATED ME WITH YOUR SPIT!


Lesson learned: spitting in someone’s mouth during a show may seem like just punishment to YOUR drunken rock and roll ass, but to them it might be something worth cherishing, and therefore something that might bite your spitting self in that same ass many years later, when you’re trying to pretend to be a mature and rational adult. 


And then there’s this bit of poetry:


Subject:

do you have any idea how long youve been in my spank bank?
Body:
hi


Jealous ladies? I know you are.

This is the list of things (besides the sexy new term “spank bank”) I’ve learned so far this summer:


–The decision not to have children is a sound one, verified by my sister’s pleading eyes and panicked whispering of “Please don’t make me go with them!!” as her husband and whining, cranky 4-old got ready to leave.


–It’s not the best idea to watch violent zombie movies by yourself in remote cottages in the woods.


–When your woodsy mom (new nickname: Grambo) says, “Oh, it’s just a little hike right up the hill.”, what she really means is that you will be trudging in the glaring sunlight, up extremely steep slopes and through prickly foliage for well over an hour. Do yourself a favor and strap on a canteen.


–It is possible to watch the extended DVD versions of the Lord of the Rings trilogy in 3 days. 


Lastly (and the only real bit of important information you will cull from this blog), my mother and I went to this place: http://www.creationsoap.com/ and it was an interesting experience for me. These people (one couple, actually) make some stuff called Ancient Healer Salve that I love, and she offered to drive me to the farm where everything is made in their little barn.

We spoke to Anna, the woman who creates the products, which are sold all over through health food kind of places, and also at Barneys in Japan. She said that they have been approached to do a “vanity line”, meaning elegant packaging and separate products (eye cream, face cream, serums, etc.) but that she maintains that is just about sales and not necessary for anything other than profit.

They have a business philosophy in which they want to keep their products affordable and available to everyone. They use high quality natural ingredients and plants off of their farm, and I can tell you that everything I’ve tried so far is great. If you’re looking for non-chemical alternatives for face and bodycare, I highly recommend them, I’m going to switch out once my excruciatingly expensive and packed with chemicals Chanel shit is used up. And if you have any questions, email Anna, she seems pretty friendly and happy to answer them.


All right. Back to eating pie. My sister has promised chocolate cream if I’m able to babysit her son for an hour without losing him. I’m drinking a beer right now so I’m nice and loose when they arrive. I hear children and imbibing go well together.