|it's all a tumble: a commotion on you
||[Apr. 26th, 2006|08:17 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
Rock stars and there semi-bimbos: If you’re smart but homely girl and a lover of music you’ve probably wondered about this.
I’m not rally the kind of person who wants to be with some one just because there in a band but I know girls who are, and the ones who are successful at it aren’t successful at it because there incredibly pretty or incredibly dumb (although this helps), but almost always because there very forward and frankly kind of obnoxious. Why am I writing about this? Well I like to visit the unofficial Rowland S. Howard site and watch the pretty pictures and videos on it. Today I re-watched this 80s German television interview with him and Lydia Lunch (Honeymoon In Red), and off course she stood for most of the talking. Listening to her vomit inducing American accent was almost as bad as listening to the words coming out of her mouth. Something along the lines of “I went to see the birthday party’s show in New York and straight after it I went up to Rowland and professed my love, and we’ve been joined at the hip ever since.” Now I’m not a fan of hers and maybe I should be, I could have missed something. I’ve only herd her “Queen of Siam” album and off course she has the b-side (B-SIDE!!!) on my “Drunk On the Popes Blood” live ep. (I’m a big fan of dissonance, but you sort of need some sonance in there to, if you get my drift.) Rowland Howard was a total babe at this time, little scrawny but, ah, that’s just to cute in a matchstick kinda way, and I could almost forgive him for being sickeningly laid back and cool in this interview. After all on good days he does make the most fantastic and sizzling compositions. But why, why always the Courtney Loves and Yoko Onos, even if it is just a professional relationship, wouldn’t you prefer some one talented? There so much hard work! When I’m a famous rock star a want me a real himbo not this sort off half ass suck up. Not someone who clearly has limited grasp on what the scene is but some how managed to use there good looks and/or boundless internal energy (/bull shit) to become a scene figure. If I felt a need to cum upon someone stupid I would much prefer somebody who’s a body first and a someone second… some one completely bland who didn’t say stupid things about our relationship to the media.