February 2005 Archives

Every once in a while I am caught off guard by falling in love with music that finds me by accident and I am forever grateful for the introduction. Having been raised on a steady diet of classic rock and coming of age when Madonna ruled the airwaves, my taste in music is schizophrenic. On any given day my CD player shuffles back and forth from Rufus Wainwright to Motley Crue, from Blondie to Courtney Love. This huge grey area in my personal soundscape leaves room for artists to sneak into my psyche, settle down, and make themselves at home. One of these artists is Jody Shelton.

Is that a knife in your neck or are you just happy to see me?

Interview by Mikal Saint George

How many times have I heard the rise and fall of the 80's downtown/East Village scene described in some sort of romantic prose seemingly pulled from a Victorian gardening manual? "It bloomed, it blossomed, delicate petals of leather and lace gently opening to the adoring sunlight of paparazzi. Alas, it slowly wilted and majestically sailed into oblivion. Gasping it's final elegant, anarchaic breath as social and economic winter took over." Bullshit. It grew like glamorous, festering, sequined mold starting around '81 and in one night it died. It was over. No funeral, no wake. I am almost positive it was a Thursday.