I think of you often, although I somehow lost track of you in recent years. And now you’re getting a lot of press with the release of I’ll Never Write My Memoirs!
Thank you for that. Thank you for “never say never.”
I wore out the grooves of your Nightclubbing LP (1981) – yes, an LP – throughout the eighties. You grabbed the heart and soul of this white girl, showing me how to stretch the boundaries of outrageous. Sorry, that’s a contradiction – outrageous has no boundaries. I guess it’s my self-imposed boundaries at issue here. Yes, you showed me how to get more comfortable with my wild side.
Your fans call you a provocateur, a rocker, a contrarian. Yes, you’re all that, but there’s a wistful tenderness that also comes through, and that you share with us. It’s a husky voice that helps break the mold of your steely-faced persona. And it’s that voice that unexpectedly invites me in, and makes me feel right at home in the worlds you have created.