Sometimes, I have to put ice cubes in my throat.
Roy invited him to see one of their shows in an underground loft on Greenwich Street and Canal.
Here was a muscular, mohawked woman, gleefully destroying television sets and automobiles, the beloved symbols of American middle-class complacency, while simultaneously belting out some of the most confrontational songs in the history of rock.
For me, much of the world makes no sense, but my feelings about what I am doing ring loud and clear to an inner ear and a place where there is no self, only calm.
Williams, a at , and Audrey Stauber Williams 1921—2008 on May 28, 1949, in.
This story forms part of our series dedicated to the way that music and adult entertainment overlapped in the 1970s.