The Only Cramps That Matter

a few hours ago i got an email telling me the 2good 2b 4gotten lux interior passed away. for any true punk rock fan lux’s death is not just tragic but yet another reminder of how original is hard to come by and how not giving up or selling out might not always pay the bills but may just assure you a plus one in the heaven vip.
for those of you late to the party lux interior, along with his wife poison ivy founded the cramps- the punk a billy gods(and goddesses) who for more than 25 years celebrated everything odd, creepy, sexy and cool. think boris pickett meets betty page meets elvis’ dead twin meets ec comics meets stilletos meets things that go bump in the night- when the cramps hit the stage you knew you were going to see a band that did it their way and for whom, every day was halloween. “human fly”. “garbage man”. “goo goo muck”: each 2 minutes plus of atmosphere with a steady beat- like the white stripes; the cramps did more with less but didn’t need hipsters and hype to let folks know. they rose out of the downtown nyc punk scene and while they never got the international recognition some of their peers might have, you just knew that lux was the kind of rock star any lead singer kinda wished he could be.lux was everyone’s dark side
they were the very first band i ever interviewed. berkeley, 1979, the original lineup. there was ivy(lux’s wife and the deadliest chick in R&R) bryan gregory- owner of cheekbones that could cut a man dead- and lux. 6 foot plus a shock of jet blue black hair, skin tight(like tight)leather pants and attitude to spare.he wasn’t so much as good looking as compelling. he reeked of nasty…the best kind, of course.
he prowled the stage, growling into the mic , rolling around on the floor screaming, speaking in tongues, licking his lips, shoved the mic down his pants- dangerous and dramatic and charismatic enough to make you sell your soul and be all the better for it. american gothic, mid west macabre. hot damn they were amazing .

i saw the cramps maybe 3-4 times; the last time at the old irving plaza with the ramones. i mean i was with the ramones, or standing next to them. or maybe it was the other way around. hadn’t paid them much mind over the past few years but was happy to know that the cramps kept on keeping on- no remixes for lux and ivy. the cramps forever. lux r.i.p

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2 Responses to “The Only Cramps That Matter”

  1. maggie Says:

    Amy! Thanks for the love to Lux… a beloved man and band in my dear misspent and formative youth… I’m sending this to many!

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