This song is inseparable for me from an early-’90s weekend I housesat on East Fifth Street between A and B for Daniel Fidler, who I worked with at SPIN magazine. (I was a 17-year-old intern, he was in his twenties and worked in research).
Daniel was really nice, loved Fugazi, and had a mother cat and a bunch of kittens nesting under his sink. I took care of them while he was in Israel. I also listened to the above song over and over at his apartment, and it made me feel better about a recent breakup with my first serious boyfriend. I liked staying there, listening to all his albums, reading his magazines, and pretending his studio was my own. I drank a lot of coffee. I did some light snooping.
For three dollars, you can download Lisa Carver’s original, disturbing “Suckdog Love Booklet” from Nutmusic. There is horrific hate speech in it (Lisa famously performed with Jean-Louis Costes and Psychodrama), lots of talk about violence, and some gems of 90s music history.
In a SPIN interview reprinted here, Robert Christgau, says of Suckdog, “Why should anything you’ve said make me want to go see this group?”
Lisa writes on Nutmusic’s website something that puts the booklet into some context, and provides as lucid an explanation of Suckdog, extreme zine culture and the 90s vs. today as anything I’ve seen. Here’s how it opens: Continue reading
Kara, here is a list of things we need to talk about:
Defending the Bromance
Why Lisa Carver’s Dancing Queen is one of the best books of all time about America.
(Related) Why Tonya Harding is an ultimate example of the 90s Woman.