ah...what's to be said of Lydia Lunch beyond what the lady herself has said?
so for your reading and viewing pleasure, here's a few pictures, and a few fantastic quotes:
"you (the audience) are my alibi tonight ."
(in response to the guy in the audience who asked why she was drinking so much whiskey on stage) "it's cognac motherf*cker)
"i hate a f*cking musician who can't hold his drugs. if any of you out there can't hold your drugs, please deposit them here on the f*cking stage--i'll hold them for you."
note i scrawled down during the show:
"from whiskey infused Southern Baptist prosthelytizer to torch singer circa 1920 to Lynard Skynnard sans penis mais con cojones...still waiting for the gospel."
yeah she's still got it. but what's the decision you make to adhere to the person/a you embodied 20+ years ago? do you make this decision then, or as time goes by, there's no not sticking to it?
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