this is a picture of me purchasing “three imaginary boys” in HMV in london: i am fourteen. he was half-german and he turned me on to the music that provided the soundtrack for a typical tortured high school girl …the legendary pink dots, dead can dance, current 93, kraftwerk and other obscurities that you couldn’t find in the record stores of the deep suburbs.
) this is a picture of me at the piano at about that age: when i was about 10, i wrote my first musical.
it was about four suburban girls who decided they were fundamentally misunderstood.
it all started when i was a wee girl, 4 or 5 years old.
we lived a house (a cold, big, old house in lexington, massachusetts, usa) with two pianos: one old spinet and the cherished steinway.
i don’t remember listening to any other records, until i was about 9.
i purchased “Rant n’ Rave with the Stray Cats” and i got my own record player.
i improvised alot and wrote little melodies that i would play every time i sat at the piano.
i couldn’t work the record player by myself and so the housekeeper, brenda, would flip “Sgt.
i wrote the lyrics in lined composition books and sometimes recorded with my four track and dreamed that one day, when i was grown up and famous, that someone would find them interesting for posterity’s sake.