Image via Marc Wathieu.
From Thomas Roche, I just now learned that Lux Interior of The Cramps has left us (mtv.com). May your pussy do the dog wherever you land, Lux — thank you for decades of lushly fucked up oversexed rockabilly punk rock rawness that was never safe for work. Unless you’re Poison Ivy — his wife of 37 years. As I said on Twitter, around the world right now, thousands of microphones are being deep-throated in grief. Good night, kitty kitty.
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That sux!
I only had the pleasure of seeing them once, but it was at the oh-so-intimate CBGBs back in the early-mid 90′s. Great show.
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