While my patent-leather Doc Martens were retired long ago, I will always have a special place in my heart for Courtney Love. But I've attempted to read her rambling, incoherent MySpace blog posts lately, to no avail, so I approached HEEB's new cover interview with Courtney by Karen Bookatz wondering if she has anything left to say that will make sense to the rest of us.
Turns out, she does. About one passage in the interview, actually, when she discusses her ideal backing band. (I do not envy whomever had to transcribe those monologues.)
"This all-girl fantasy I’ve had my whole life, of you know. . .I’m going to show those Beatles, we’re going to be huge! Well, it’s not going to happen, right now, for my generation, for me. You know what I mean? Like, there are fucking riot grrrls sitting there banging on pots and pans and talking about their vaginas, and that’s all really lovely, and like the writing is great, but the music blows. I mean you have to fucking sit in your room and practice. You have to fucking learn how to play guitar, you have to learn how to play bass, you have to learn how to fucking play drums. You have to go get Zeppelin one through four, and you have to fucking sit in a fucking little room off Hollywood Blvd. For two hundred dollars a fucking month, and you have to play those goddamn drums. And for whatever reason, women just haven’t seemed to want to do that."
That actually makes a lot of sense...except for oh, I don't know, SLEATER-KINNEY but whatevs. She still has a valid point. Time for less "Rock of Love" hoes and more grrrls to show those Beatles.
I also have a guess for the unnamed actor she refers to at length as her grandfather in this interview, based on a rambling late-night message or two she left on the voicemail at my former workplace: Marlon Brando. Google their names together and she's talked about it elsewhere, not sure why it was so hush-hush for this Q&A.
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