One of the excellent things about hanging out with old friends is that they have pictures and memories of stuff you did together that you don’t have.
I was delighted to be reunited with this doozie from ye extremely olde days of Crotch, my first band, whilst visiting with my cigar-lighting pal, Sara Rotman, in New York.
Photo by Terry Richardson before he went off and got himself all famous.
I’m gonna go ahead and post our music video, Power Tool of Love, on here while we’re taking a stroll down Crotchety Lane since it’s not on this blog yet. Could have sworn I posted it! Hrm, anyway, here she blows:
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Oh, Crotch. *hug*
Hey badasses, if you don’t remember Crotch, please watch the video, cuz it’s hilarious and sexeh.