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American February Part One

“Do you wanna go see Dee Dee?” So, we begin at Hollywood Forever. Zach’s on the way to Mexico on his motorbike, we meet him where the streets are wide and straight. I try one,two…four cups of Cafe de Olla. Here’s Johnny’s statue (his ashes are at home with Linda) and over there, Dee Dee’s …

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On Rihanna & Guy Debord / RIP Powerlunches

In honour of my slow stomp towards grande dame / gran damned status (thirty years old this month) I’ve given myself a blue rinse and am gonna retreat to listicle indulgence, hammering out these frayed thoughts with the retreating vigour, piss, spit and vinegar of an officially old gal (no apologies and all respects to …

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On an evening with Lydia Lunch, or, God was the first cop

Jostling with orange haired 40-something greebos with large black umbrellas, we join a snaking queue and ascend a spiral staircase and enter an already-full room that is the halls’ main meeting chamber. The driving rain outside has made the room smell like laundry detergent, and I survey the audience, a bizarre sight against the century-old …

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On Teenagers

“Adolescence is a new birth” – Granville Stanley Hall, aged 60 “Hell is other people” – Jean-Paul Sartre, aged 39 “It’s funny that we’re supposed to be writing this song about being a youth… with adults” – Molly, aged 15. This month I ran a series of music workshops for teenagers to make a band …

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