Recently, I have been on a tirade trying to get the word above listed in the Chronicle
. Some way, shape, or form. The reason I like writing for an alt-weekly is because pushing the envelope and dropping f-bombs are kinda expected
within yer copy. Like, it's expected for writers to be alcoholics. Or for editors to be dicks, writers to be total flakes, and their excuses to stink like assholes. See, we can print bad words, if there is true expression behind them. We can cuss for the art of it. Shit yeah. But years ago when Stanley Roy & the Pig ***kers
came to be, he included a note, "If you need to bleep out the f-word in my band's name, I understand." Since then, the words Pig ***ker have never been in "The Gay Place." Though, Lord knows I have tried.
Was it the bestiality that kept the word from publication? Is that what crosses the line? Was it his disclaimer? In the words of Nancy Kerrigan, why, lord, why? Perhaps, I will never know. But I shall keep trying. Maybe it will work in blog form? We know the triple-dub sure is dirty.
On another note, Stanley and his dance troupe, not pig***kers, Little Stolen Moments
, will be performing: Women and their Work, Thu., April 24, 6pm
, as dance elements to the current art exhibit, "Nothing Lasts Forever" by Yoon Cho. No sex with bacon involved. No need to really mention the words Pig ***ker.
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