Well, y’all, it was 90 degrees before 9 a.m. this morning. I suppose it’s time to admit that Summer is here, in all its humid glory. When you find yourself looking forward to a high of 87 degrees, it’s hard to deny it.
I do not, however, have any intention of welcoming Summer. Instead, I’m going to subvert it with some gloriously poptastic punk rock that’s so much fucking fun, I won’t even notice that the heat has completely fused my glasses to my face.
“Somewhere during their DATE WITH ELVIS / STAY SICK period, The Cramps were doing ‘Lonesome Town’ live. It was around then that I’d joined Island Records and rang Lux and Ivy to update them with my new contact info. Ivy and I got into a long conversation about all kinds of trivia, which was not uncommon. She and Lux were always the most interesting and intriguing people. We would sometimes stay on the phone for hours. As we were winding it down, I asked would she like any records from the label. “What do you have?” “There’s Robert Palmer, U2, Anthrax, Grace Jones, Julian Cope……” “Hmmm. I’ve never heard of any of those people. Do you have any Ricky Nelson records?”—The Cramps « SO MANY RECORDS, SO LITTLE TIME