Tom Waits - "Come on Up to The House"
Black Rebel Motorcyle Club - "Sympathetic Noose"
Blondie - Greatest Hits
Liz Phair - Whip-Smart (v)
PJ Harvey - Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea
Liz Phair...Christ, I'm glad I had already gotten married when she got divorced, I would have been campin' on her doorstep like the horny suitors in the Odyssey. I played
Exile In Guyville relentlessly and watched the video for "Never Said Nothin'" like a man transfixed.
Which begs the question: Why did her last album suck like a Hoover in overdrive? MOR boo'shit of the worst kind, sorta like that Jewel album, not that Jewel has ever done anything good. I know Jewel's old boyfriend Steve Poltz pretty well, he's a blessed individual. He co-wrote "You Were Made For Me", or whatever that tune was, and that ditty bought him a house in Malibu and will keep him from mashin' for his rations the rest of his life. The last time Poltz was in Nashville, we went out with Bill Davis(Dash Rip Rock! Props to Dash!) before Poltz's gig, and these two...uh...unattractive young ladies came by the table and confessed their undying love for Poltz. One weighed about a deuce and a quarter, the other was Bergen-Belsen thin.
Then these two ladies showed up at the gig, too, and were wearing me down 'cos I was playing Poltz's beercap-emblazoned acoustic while he pissed. They wanted to handle it, and I lied, saying "No, I'm Mr. Poltz's tech, and he'll beat me like a gong if he sees this axe in the hands of strangers,"
I thought that was the end of it, I hung out for the show and told Poltz and Bill I had to work in the morning and had to wimp out on the crippling partying sure to follow.
A couple weeks later, Bill Davis told me that the two mismatched groupies, Maxi and Mini, approached Poltz again. The sick son of a bitch took them both back to Bill's place and had loud, weird sex with the pair simultaneously, probably a real freak scene, then sent them on their way so he could get into chemical mischief.
I saw the skinny girl not long after, she was working in the Barnes and Noble coffee shop. She seemed highly embarrassed to see me, and wouldn't speak. I thought that was really rude, so I said "Poltz told me you and your friend showed him quite the funky time. I guess you two got a whole lot more than an autograph, huh?"
Then the shit hit the turbine. The wimpy goth dude working with her was her boyfriend, it turns out, and they got into a vicious argy-bargy right in front of me, other customers, and Almighty God. Hey, man, that's the price you pay for creepin' on your lover-man.
Check out Poltz's band the Rugburns, it's some great stuff. If you can find
Morning Wood, grab it and check out the classic "Me and Eddie Vedder".
