Feb 052009
In a truly sucktacular turn of events, Lux Interior died yesterday. I am not happy. To be honest, I’m fighting tears. I realize they are selfish tears, because I didn’t know the man personally, but it’s always gut-wrenching to learn of the death of one of the icons of my misspent youth. I’m not entirely crying for myself, though; the world will be a slightly less interesting place with one less creative weirdo in it. And there’s not likely to be another Cramps album or tour ever again, because Lux wasn’t exactly a replaceable commodity. See for yourself:
I heard about it from a dear friend that we haven’t seen in a while. we all used to go see them whenever they toured the NYC/Philly area.
I blogged about it, my wife blogged about it. It’s a sad thing. Selfish? Maybe, but it’s part of all our lives that is gone forever.
And how can you describe Lux and the Cramps? How would anyone understand why anyone would go see a band where the lead dude would think nothing of climbing the stack of amplifiers and whipping out his thang and playing it like an instrument… or making the mic disappear down his throat all the while continuing to sing.
The Cramps really are an example of music to me. Good beat that you can dance to, silliness and never taking oneself too serious. Fun. Fast. And F’ing Fantastic.
RIP LUX