My mom took me to a Clash concert. People kept saying it was a Patti Smith concert, but it wasn't. That's where I met [Slits drummer] Palmolive. She had a little earring made out of a little pig, and she looked out of this world with her spiky hair and her motorbike boots and her tiny little mini. She just looked crazy. She knew that I was Nora's daughter, and Nora was everybody's mom at that time. All the punk people had a sanctuary with her. My mother kept a sanctuary for us few people: our little circle, us against the world, the world against us. Palmolive just came up to me and said, "Let's do an all-girl band. Can you sing? Come tomorrow to rehearsal." And the Slits were made the next day --------------- mere her.
RIP Ari Up of the Slits --------------- her + her + her + her + her
RIP Ari Up of the Slits --------------- her + her + her + her + her
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Hrm ... jeg pushede faktisk på en norsk avis for at få lov at skrive en sag om the Slits sidste år, men timingen var dårlig, jeg havde fået øje/øre på "Trapped Anmials" (2009) lidt for sent, og det var ikke længere muligt at skrive en såkaldt aktualitetssag. Mine sidste bitre ord til redaktøren var: "Men da må vi vel vente til et af bandmedlemmerne dør" ... argh :-(
Usually I don't p-p-push p-p-papers, they p-p-push me.
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