Thursday, October 21, 2010

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

2 comments:

Susanne said...

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 :-(

Anthony Blanche said...

Usually I don't p-p-push p-p-papers, they p-p-push me.