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Lux Interior is dead at 62.
Or maybe it was 50something, no one seems to know for sure.
2009 is shaping up to be another bad year for obits already.
I feel like the icons of "my" culture (gee, how would I characterize that - a lot of lowbrow muck and goofy obsessive minutiae, derived from dead media generally) are all dropping off into the grave - Forrest J. Ackerman, Patrick McGoohan, now Lux...
Well, no one lives forever but what happens to a culture that is ever more actively and recursively strip-mining its own past talents - most cultures do do that, but when nothing very remarkable seems to arise based on what came before, what happens then?
"Rock 'n' roll has absolutely nothing to do with music. You can't call The Cramps music. It's noise, rockin' noise."
Or maybe it was 50something, no one seems to know for sure.
2009 is shaping up to be another bad year for obits already.
I feel like the icons of "my" culture (gee, how would I characterize that - a lot of lowbrow muck and goofy obsessive minutiae, derived from dead media generally) are all dropping off into the grave - Forrest J. Ackerman, Patrick McGoohan, now Lux...
Well, no one lives forever but what happens to a culture that is ever more actively and recursively strip-mining its own past talents - most cultures do do that, but when nothing very remarkable seems to arise based on what came before, what happens then?
"Rock 'n' roll has absolutely nothing to do with music. You can't call The Cramps music. It's noise, rockin' noise."
