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. 

2.09.2009

The Catwoman...



Some people come into your life and stay forever. Even if forever is cut way too short. I can remember the day that Cat Coleman auditioned for the band. It wasn't really an audition, it was more like: OK, I'm here. You want me. I want to be here. I can sing, and there's nothing else to discuss. SNIPPY BITCH! God, I loved that girl instantly. She made ME feel like a dumbo, and I'm pretty damn sharp between the ears. I think we decided on the spot (after she opened the pipes and let roar some Ann Wilson) that she was in.

Cat was this tall, cool, dark person from Jersey. She wore long flowing scarves and had a sneer. There was something about her that told you she had been through something in life that wised her up quickly. She wasn't there to mess around. She KNEW people. She knew PEOPLE who knew people. She wrote for the Aquarian, which of course gave her some shtank AND she knew all the up and coming bands and was not the least bit impressed. Although, she did like those glamour boy bands (see earlier reference to Poser extraordinaire from Poison).



I can write about the personality clashes and bitching and moaning that we all did, but I'd rather say that the band now had it's foundation in 1984. This was the essence of MissDemeanor although we didn't go by that name yet.

I can also go on about how Cat and I forged a lifelong friendship that far outweighed any band stories, but no one really cares about that but me. When she died, she took part of me with her instantly. She was my dearest friend.

Make no mistakes, though. We were ALL friends for the next few years...with a few blips on the radar screen...
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