I woke up about a half an hour ago with a sense of dread and “Bop Pills” in my head. I came out to find something stupid to read to put me back to sleep and saw this. *sigh* We’ve lost another one.
In case you’re unfamiliar, Lux Interior was a founder of The Cramps, one of the greatest punk bands of all time. He wrote devastatingly sexy lyrics before Prince did, and holds the title in my head for coming up with the two best album titles ever (“Songs the Lord Taught Me” and “Bad Music for Bad People”). Hell, that band even made 90210 fun to watch once (yup, they appeared at the Peach Pit After Dark in what’s known in my house as the Best. Episode. Ever.). His 37-year marriage to Cramps co-founder (and hot bitch), Poison Ivy, also served to melt my cynical black heart lo these many years. He was a Goo Goo Muck, a Garbage Man, a Human Fly, and the greatest ever Creature From the Black Leather Lagoon. He really did have all the violence and liquor within close reach, but all the barrooms and freeways always led him back to the beach and…
Here’s hoping he spends eternity flowin’ through a whirlpool to his beloved she-feast wrapped in silk.
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