I’ve been playing Beyonce’s Irreplaceable on repeat all day while I work on headbands for my performance with the Bombshells on Monday night at the Uptown. Pop songs can be extremely therapeutic.
It’s been a rough couple weeks for me personally, so apologies for the lack of posts.
Market Research
- Rob: Who are you going to be selling these accessories to? Who's your target?
- Me: Drag queens. Trannies. People who like drag queens and trannies. Performers. Ladies who work in offices.
I was in Colorado around 1973, after me and Lindsey’s first record, and we’d just been dropped. Lindsey had been offered a tour with the Everly Brothers, it was a good salary and we really needed the money, so we went to where either Don or Phil Everly lived, in Aspen, to rehearse. I had my best friend with me, and we went out to dinner one night and met these great guys, they just gave us their living room in their three-bedroom apartment—we stayed there for three months.
So one day while I was sitting there sitting on their floor, looking out the window at all the snow, I made a decision whether I wanted to continue a relationship with Lindsey, musically and romantically, and I decided that I was gonna give it another try, because we weren’t getting along very well, but the music was important. But I never told him what it was about ‘til years and years later, maybe only in the last five. I knew it was a good song. Whether I had sense if it would do anything or go anywhere? I don’t know [laughs]. But I knew it was really good.
Aimee found this headpiece abandoned in the streets of SF. Why would someone throw this away?!
Photo by Luke Thomas.
GPOYW - Turn the music up in the headphones edition.
This is what I look like when I’m writing.
