THAT WAS THEN

1986. Almost every Thursday through Sunday night was spent at the Rock Capital of the world, L'Amour's in Brooklyn. Metallica, Slayer and Megadeth were releasing monumental albums. Glam, hardcore, hair, thrash, speed and whatever subcategory Manowar belonged to was exploding.  The Pit and Trash and Vaudeville on St. Mark's place in NYC were the source for all things, leather, fetish, rock-n-roll and everything in between. We were in our heaviest incarnation as an all-female metal band and playing all the local venues

Little Boy Blue's a Big Girl Now…

2008. Although much has been said and written about my old band from NYC, Missdemeanor, not much of it is accurate. Tall tales of fiery car crashes, love-struck bass players eloping in the night, spontaneous human combustion, of course...and WHAM!...two of the band's original members were expunged from the books. But, a funny thing happened on the way to the L'Amour reunion... people remembered. Or should I say, people NEVER forgot the original line-up of this band. Two of the OG's may have gone away, but 20 years later people still remember, fans still exist, and have asked me to put something, anything online that could stand as a testament to the old days. I probably would have left well enough alone until a life-altering experience occurred on March 1, 2007. My incredibly talented, beautiful, brilliant friend, Cat Coleman, succumbed to a life-long battle with cancer. A few months before she passed away she realized there wasn't much online that included the two of us. As a tribute to her I've decided to put up this page.

I have been digging through the "basement tapes" to find whatever material I could dust off. I couldn't stand one more person asking me if some of the crap on YouTube was me, or Cat, or having to explain what happened and why. So, with the help of some outside sources and a special friend from up north who located some footage, I will post some old shows and photos, unedited. 

1.24.2009

The Irrelevance of 1982-3

For the life of me I cannot remember exactly when we met JoJo, but I believe it was sometime within these 2 years. It probably had to do with an ad placed somewhere in a local Rocker paper. What I do remember is the constant teasing imposed by Lin and myself on Jo regarding her living locale. As the new Jersey Girl, she was on the receiving end of many a "that's because you're from NEW JERSEY! Dweeeee!" comments.

Anyway, without the specifics on hand it's safe to safe we met Jo in this time period. Sometime before that, Lin and I had become the closest of friends and went to recording and engineering school in a far off place called Chilicothe, OH. We studied 24-track recording, perfected our out-of-town bar hopping, signed autographs in the small airport (some poor shlub was convinced we were KISS and the whole gender thing didn't seem to matter), gained new respect for Old Granddad, and came home older and wiser. That trip was a musical mix of Accept, Scorpions, Sabbath and Sabbath. We even found a kitten on that trip, she wasn't black, but we respectfully named her --->Sabbath.

Back home, the scene was brewing heavily. L'Amour's had become a regular hang. It was in it's 2nd phase (after they got rid of the central disco dancefloor) and the bar in the way back was home away from home.

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