1976 was a year of importance to me.
Music started meaning more to me. Bands became
intriguing,fun,rough. Punk had infiltrating the
airwaves. Along with The Ramones, Sex Pistols, Iggy,and a myriad of others,
there was Patti.
She stood out alone to me in a sea of crotch rock.
She gave me a message. I think the first time I actually
saw her perform was on Saturday Night Live. I was transfixed.
High school was real drag, she helped me start to see
things a bit more clearly, to open up. I knew I wanted to be an artist, musician,
I saw the possibility.
(I still have and treasure my single of Hey Joe/Piss Factory.And NO you can't buy it off of me.)
Whenever I feel a bit "clogged" or "frozen".
Popping a bit of Patti on always gives a much needed
amazonian boost to what ails me.
Whirling dervish music.
Powerful, poetic, creative, free flowing.
Thanks Patti. I needed that.
music of the day: Patti
food of the day: fish
mood of the day: grrrrrrr, get out of the way, I'll eat you up!