Debbie vs Stevie
Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 6:24 pm
here is some shit I posted on another web site, but thought our Mark might like it, as he is the one who got me into Blondie's back catalouge.
As far as Rock Star crushes go it's a close call. Stevie or Debbie? But it is fun in a sad way. Like in the film High Fidelity when the three music geeks (I can call them that because I'm one of them) stare at Lisa Bonnet while she is on stage singing a Peter fucking Frampton song. I've always thought Lisa Bonnet was the sexiest woman on planet earth since the film Angel Heart. But going for girls in bands always seemed the more hip. Like liking PJ Harvey over Winnona Ryder (who has plenty of rock star crushed of her own) made me more salt of the earth—or at least gave me a better chance of sleeping next to '69 era Marianne Faithful. Nico and Jane Birkin were taken you see.
Truth: By the time Stevie was falling off stages and checked into rehab her septum was completely eroded by a decade of a blizzard of cocaine. Rumor (Rumors) With her button nose gone Stevie hired a roadie to blow the coke up her other orifices. Truth: It's a job I wouldn't have minded. That makes me sorta sick, not Stevie.
Debbie was so fine. And though not in my age group she was a little closer to my generation. You know when you are in your pre teens and you see Jessica Lange in the Postman Always Rings Twice and your world as you know it is over because you just discovered unrequited love. For the girls I imagine it must be like getting wet for Scott Baio (I met him at a party out in LA and all he could tell me was how he fucked every girl in Hollywood and all I wanted to hear about was the Fonzie.)
Debbie used to work at the Playboy Mansion serving drinks. Truth: Another job I wouldn't have minded. But the thing about Debbie was that she was actually nice to Lester Bangs while everyone else just said he smelled. It makes me so sad that Lester was so in love with Lou Reed and Lou hated him for not being a dandy. But oh well no time for sad stories here. You gotta have heart. And Blondie's non-disco version of ‘Heart of Glass' shatters me every time I hear it. It's a 1975 demo and is sometimes called something else, but track it down; it must be heard by all.
But here's a kicker. I used to go out with this German girl who is the splitting image of Debbie. That was a really fun two years I have to tell you. But she is now married to the main guy behind the Fitness. And she is on the album cover. I got so close to finding my Jessica Lange and now it's gone. And I like the Fitness, and even though Brie McNicolas tried to beat me up one night I was still invited to Adam and Julia's wedding. But I can't bring myself to go to the gigs and it's bitter sweet when I hear them on the radio. Sometimes it's better to just stare at a picture. The way I'm currently staring at the subway size poster of Scarlett Johanssons's butt crack from Lost in Translation. Scarlett's a babe, man.
As far as Rock Star crushes go it's a close call. Stevie or Debbie? But it is fun in a sad way. Like in the film High Fidelity when the three music geeks (I can call them that because I'm one of them) stare at Lisa Bonnet while she is on stage singing a Peter fucking Frampton song. I've always thought Lisa Bonnet was the sexiest woman on planet earth since the film Angel Heart. But going for girls in bands always seemed the more hip. Like liking PJ Harvey over Winnona Ryder (who has plenty of rock star crushed of her own) made me more salt of the earth—or at least gave me a better chance of sleeping next to '69 era Marianne Faithful. Nico and Jane Birkin were taken you see.
Truth: By the time Stevie was falling off stages and checked into rehab her septum was completely eroded by a decade of a blizzard of cocaine. Rumor (Rumors) With her button nose gone Stevie hired a roadie to blow the coke up her other orifices. Truth: It's a job I wouldn't have minded. That makes me sorta sick, not Stevie.
Debbie was so fine. And though not in my age group she was a little closer to my generation. You know when you are in your pre teens and you see Jessica Lange in the Postman Always Rings Twice and your world as you know it is over because you just discovered unrequited love. For the girls I imagine it must be like getting wet for Scott Baio (I met him at a party out in LA and all he could tell me was how he fucked every girl in Hollywood and all I wanted to hear about was the Fonzie.)
Debbie used to work at the Playboy Mansion serving drinks. Truth: Another job I wouldn't have minded. But the thing about Debbie was that she was actually nice to Lester Bangs while everyone else just said he smelled. It makes me so sad that Lester was so in love with Lou Reed and Lou hated him for not being a dandy. But oh well no time for sad stories here. You gotta have heart. And Blondie's non-disco version of ‘Heart of Glass' shatters me every time I hear it. It's a 1975 demo and is sometimes called something else, but track it down; it must be heard by all.
But here's a kicker. I used to go out with this German girl who is the splitting image of Debbie. That was a really fun two years I have to tell you. But she is now married to the main guy behind the Fitness. And she is on the album cover. I got so close to finding my Jessica Lange and now it's gone. And I like the Fitness, and even though Brie McNicolas tried to beat me up one night I was still invited to Adam and Julia's wedding. But I can't bring myself to go to the gigs and it's bitter sweet when I hear them on the radio. Sometimes it's better to just stare at a picture. The way I'm currently staring at the subway size poster of Scarlett Johanssons's butt crack from Lost in Translation. Scarlett's a babe, man.