This is a fun one… unreleased Mp3s of my “electro-clash meets the Shangri-Las” band, Hot Lunch, recorded in the early 2000s with my bandmate & longtime friend, Glynnis McDaris. These tracks haven’t been played publicly outside of downtown NYC clubs back then. The last time Glynnis & I got together to sing (fairly recently) we were chanting and toning while doing yoga instead of twisting up a joint… lol how times change.
Syncopation Condensation, produced by Mario Caldato Jr. was the song I got in trouble for making a so-called “soft-core porn” video for. I was writing a lot of erotic poetry at the time, hence a repeated refrain “I’m gonna make u sweat” and lyrics like “keep your rhythm with precision let me hear you flow, engulf me in your mysticism let my body go, feel your sort of hypnotism put me in a trance, better slip it to me baby, while you have the chance...”
I have a silly rap breakdown in French towards the end “can’t keep up better stay away, je suis très compliqué; quand je veux quelque chose better get up get on your toes” Translation: “can’t keep up better stay away, I am very complicated; when I want something, you better get up, get on your toes.” Honestly, still true. It would make my year to hear any of these tracks mixed into a Honey Dijon setlist on a sweaty dance floor….
I’ll keep that track under wraps for now… and share two tracks that Glynnis & I recorded, Jet Set, which features an intro in French by Anne McNally. Also some funny lyrics in here I still laugh at. For example: “Are you big in Japan? Cause I am” “When we fly upper class, always take our Klonopin stash, when those jets start to blow, pop a few down and let the beat flow, got my socks on and my seat down low”
And Ladies Who Lunch. This song includes the lyrics “get out your checkbook and contribute to my cause" which I still stand behind writing and an imagined riff on a food fight where I have a spoken word breakdown : “I can’t believe you missed the food fight. EVERYONE was there. I got ketchup everywhere. The boys all stared.”
THANK YOU TO MY HATERS
In the pre-sex positivity, pre-Paris Hilton days, being a woman who talked about sex with a recognizable last name was like having a scarlet letter on your chest. I want to thank the haters referenced here who talked shit for motivating me. I may not have been grateful at the time, but I sure as fuck am now.
It's like the bridge from Tuscadero to Le Tigre. Would have fit perfectly on one of my late 90s/early 2000s mix cds!
The vibe of Jet Set makes me think of the band Wet Leg!