When something gets under my skin, I just can't seem to get the correct salve to take away the pain. And sometimes that pain hurts so good.
That's the deal with Lucille.
I'm talkin' 'bout Lucille Cataldo, whose 1984 clip from the New York public access program "Stairway To Stardom" is way under my skin. And much like the cute animated phlegm in the medicine commercial, she isn't planning to leave anytime soon. Lucille, replete in Angie Bowie drag, sings her own composition, "Hairdresser" on a clip I watch over & over, and checking the interweb, so do a lot of other people with time on their hands.
Check it:
I sing this song all day long. I can't wait to get in front of a computer screen so I can watch it. Over & over again. Like Brett Michaels getting flattened on the Tonys (just can't get enough, that shit better win an emmy).
Here's how I found this: WFMU played the audio track, and that particular show's online playlist gave a link to the video. That's all it took.
With each viewing, I find little nuances that just put me into hysterics. I can't tell you what they are, my mind is not wired like most humans. I wanna start up my old band again just so I can do a cover of this song - in this key - with all the same vocal inflections.
If you listen to this song - I mean, really listen - her lyrics are quite clever. It's like a laundry list of salonisms. Or maybe not.
Watch it. Watch it again. Go back to it tomorrow.
There's an entire page of clips from Stairway To Stardom:
Find the one where the kid sings "Wash That Man..." holding a photo of my nephew Dan; or the rapper singing "Crackhead"with his afro sticking out the era hole of his ski mask.
But wait: there's more.
I was gonna wait for another post to tell you about this new find. Her name is Icy Spicy Leoncie. And she is super-groovy.
Here are my two favorites. First off is "Man! Let's Have Fun!":
Then "Sex Crazy Cop":
Also she has a CD out called "Radio Rapist-Wrestler". http://cdbaby.com/cd/leoncie
I'm gettin' it.
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