sad news this morning via the Priscillas theirspace blog. our ghoul grandaddy of grizzly grunts has passed over...

Lux Interior died on 4th feb from a heart condition. I don't usually get that upset when rockers die, as making it to old age when yr shoving shit loads of gear into yr body is a feat in itself. i have a special place for the cramps, though. they were the first band i saw live. birmingham 1986, date with elvis tour. i bought a reissue of that LP on saturday. spooky.

my supposed 'wild child' mate wasn't allowed to come with us cause his parents saw their performance on the tube. arf! you had to be 14 to get into the venue and i was shit scared...surely they'll spot that i'm a few months off that. funny.

when they came on stage and everyone stood up, we couldn't see, so we stood on our chairs. the security came over and told us to get down. being the barely teens we where, we explained our problem. the security guy then proceeded to take us down to the front of the venue where we got a most wonderful view of everything sleazy. that gig kinda cemented a big dirty imprint on my brain.

our thoughts go out to his wife, Poison Ivy. he picked her up hitch hiking in the mid-70s. rock n fucking roll.

photo Yves Lorson