It’s ten at night in Madrid and the last rays of the sun have just left the steeple of the church across the street. The people ended their vespers an hour ago, around the same time the men endedtheir all-day vigil at the tables outside the bar across the street and stumbled their way down the narrow calles. It’s our fourth day here in Tetuan, an unpretentious neighborhood nicely distant from tourists, yet easily accessible to the “sights.” Our friends Danny and Beatriz have a cozy, trick penthouse overlooking the church and the bar, a perfect homey spot to ease our transition to new time zones and cultures.
I only have a broken iPad with me for these two weeks in Spain, so excuse my relative radio silence. We’re here, Bud is taking it easy, and I’m shopping and checking out art. Buena noche.
The coffee-table paperback The Riot Grrrl Collection gathers for the first time seminal zines and flyers from that feminist awakening. I reviewed it for the LA Times.
The official Queens of Noise press release:
Queens of Noise PR
Photo by Debi Del Grande.
What was strange about Bjork’s fantastic, fantastical show last night at the Hollywood Palladium was the normal. A choir of young women clad in shimmering, diaphanous gowns singing in perfect, beautiful harmonies accompanied their sister Icelander. Harps, techno beats, electronic marimbas, iPads, strange percussion instruments rocking metronomically on the stage like oil cranes – we Bjork fans are used to those kinds of oddities. But the angel choir was something new, something wondrous. Continue reading
The second signing/reading for Queens of Noise: The Real Story of the Runaways, has just been booked: August 17, from 2 to 4 p.m., at Williams Bookstore in San Pedro. This one’s for my Pee-drow/South Bay/Long Beach peeps!
Announcing the first signing/reading for Queens of Noise: The Real Story of the Runawys: August 14 at the great store Book Soup in West Hollywood.
Yesterday the cover; today, the full (metal) jacket.