Sometimes we get religion; sometimes religion gets us. And sometimes it happens to the most unlikely people. Another weird tale from the casefiles of How Bad Can It Be?
About Me
- Jack Feerick
- Freelance writer and critic-at-large for Popdose and Kirkus Reviews. Three-time JEOPARDY! champion. Work featured in KYSO Flash, Penny, and Panoplyzine. Currently seeking representation for my novel The Honeythief. Makes music on SoundCloud. Lives and works in western New York. Face made for radio.
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1 comment:
Excellent review, of both the album and the career.
Blackie Lawless has always been a fascinating sort of character to me, mostly because of some of the career statistics you cite. I've always been drawn to such partially successful performers - Iggy Pop (and, of course, The Stooges); Budgie; Dust; King Diamond, perhaps. - who had some marvelous ideas, here and there, but who seemed intent on making every mistake possible so as not to realize the potential of those ideas, or who never realized which ideas were the good ones and which were execrable.
Disclaimer: I am not blind to the fact that my own life could be given the same liner notes :-)
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