Scared
Courtney Love...why do i bother? it's a trainwreck fascination. simple, but when i first heard Live Through This, i was completely blown away by the energy behind the vocals and fell in love with it immediately. i saw HOLE at the Fillmore in November of 1994. she was "still" f-ed up completely by her husband's suicide and the performance was beyond dramatic. she yelled, screamed, cried, fell down, talked about rock stars' penises and told the audience that no one could fuck her "like he did." but she rocked. she rocked really really hard. and that is what mattered, that is what always matters.
(i snuck in to that show and subsequently gained a music editor job, but that's another story.)
Scattered
after two really sucky albums, except for the song, Malibu, i am still interested in her. she is aggressive and rambunctious and not afraid of being whatever or however she wants. i like her inability AND lack of desire to self-edit. i am certain that i would not like her if i knew her, but that's not really the point is it? the number one way to make me not like someone is for them to talk about how smart they are, which is something she does continually and yet i forgive her for some reason.
courtney is fun to read, and while this is pretty much evidenced ONLY in her personally written chapter of the book, GRRRLS: Viva Rock Divas, she gave me actual new thoughts on being a muse and having a muse and energies exchanged in these ways. i was kind of shocked that i got so much from reading her.
(ps. the kristin hersh chapter? WHOA. check THAT out. that's real madness.)
Sacred
i mention all this because Courtney has condensed some poetry, some drawings and some diary entries into a book, coming out this fall. sound familiar? i cannot forgive her for publishing kurt's diaries for $4 million dollars. "The man whose world has been sold" was the best headline i read about the debacle...but i will read her book. oh yes, i will.
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