Billboard may have had the story, but we didn’t believe it at first. As you probably know, Lux Interior, leader of The Cramps, died today.
In the blue dust of a neon decade, just past mid-point and sloping towards the nine oh, a special message was traded. Rectangular, band names in code, “my mom would freak”, ST, DK - these ciphers held important information. The future spanned from A to B in the only alphabet that mattered to the poor, ignorant masses, yearning to be punk. Equipment in disarray, a stealthy agent dubbed on an Ames stereo that Rosetta cassette that would inform for years. First track a mystery, a cave, distant hooting and hollering. The second track was the prime motivator (P.I.L./Bad Life), but that first track was The Cramps. She Said. A cover, but ooo, it feels so goood.
The founding of the Triskaidekaphobia Physical and/or Virtual Musical Library began with-a why don’t I tell you what it is.
Thanks, Lux, for taking the time.