Another engrossing My Space treatise from C. Love
Wee! Courtney Love posted a new blogpost on her official My Space profile and this time she levels her attack against Nine Inch Nails frontman, Trent Reznor, whom she reportedly bedded back in the day. As much as the thought of Trent Reznor copulating with Courtney Love sorta repulses me, I cannot deny that the deed was done because even Reznor himself has admitted (with chagrin) that the two rockers did, in fact, do the dirty (and, boy, I bet it was dirty). In any regard, C. Love seems intent on reminding us all of this incident and goes on to rant about all things Reznor and then random 80′s-90′s rock band stuff in her latest post … which you can read in full here (all spelling and grammatical errors are her own):
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Current mood: relaxed
Hey! You were referencing Reznor. You know the guy who was a graphic design major? Heir to a massive fortune on Reznor heaters? The guy who came up with NIN logo, then the band name, then a band? Details once said we had a thing. That’s not news. It was what it was. I didn’t take it too much more seriously than him. I won’t give TMI, but the black terry cloth robes with the bands names embroidered in gold, the cat scratches on my door at night, the endless head holding her and secrets and horror stories, I have never repeated.
He was in his prime and well, fuck me he had that dammed song, “and yooooou can have it all, my empire of shit.” I don’t care. All the sports bar shit just melted for every girl in the house and me too. I admit it- that song was like watching Hamlet and boy did he know it. Girls crying with love for him in a rock star way, the groupies and cocaine usage, that I thought went out with hair bands.
We didn’t have groupies. We had competitive girls in OTHER BANDS. I had competition then. Now, I do not. I suppose because its not an economic or particularly social model that’s very easy to pull off; being class clown until the fucking record comes out. I could’ve put out a perfectly good, even great, record, but it wasn’t enough. I’m sorry. I’m aiming for the moon and the moon I shall have. Even if it sells one copy, I will know in my heart, I did the very, very best, to the best of my ability, to leave a legacy of greatness behind.
Anyway some journo at Details asks him a few months later after a strange parting, and the very emotional death of his beloved dog, but still this doesn’t excuse this comment, “So, Courtney Love, you two hooked up? Is it true she’s pregnant?” His response, “It would have to have been the immaculate conception.” The gross out factor was so huge. OH YEAH, BEEN HERE ! THE GIRL IN SCHOOL ALL THE BOYS WANNA SLEEP WITH, BUT THEN WON’T COP TO IT TO THEIR FRIENDS.
Despite the small amount of education I had, I was always in very social environments. The fact is, I was an outsider, but I was also enormously popular and that stays with you. I never ever picked on any scapegoat or outsider. I never thought I’d play scapegoat mostly because of who, in fact 99% because of who, I married. It was just alpha on alpha. It made all the sense in the world, but the world hadn’t taken on indie rock values and with that rendition of “Dr Feelgood” tonight- the inner Crue I thought someone had spiked my drink with god’s evil acid. I had my platinum and Kurt’s platinum records, arrived at the studio and was using them as shields to ward off the evil, but it went on for, oh, 15 minutes. Boys will be boys and fantasize about the rainbow and the Crue and shit like that. Not having lived with it, not having worked at Star strip without Axl buying me a boob job, pulling double shifts on days we didn’t rehearse, so we could have amps and rehearsal 5 days a week at the very least, eight hour ones, whether I’d done a full shift or not.
Three girls at Star Strip had pink Corvettes Axl bought them. And the Crue; Nikki is a smart guy and Tommy’s nice, but that doesn’t make them a band I can even deal with. It was horrific for a freaky girl in LA and her freaky band, but that became what made us rather huge; a great great, now retired, rock journalist. Arguably the very very best rock journos of all time, Lester Bangs, David Fricke, Crisxtagu and his body shape taste, which I respect and Robert Hilburn, who made me. I sent him the lyrics and he’s a lyric guy. Playing at 6:30 for 20 minutes at The Whiskey A Go Go, no bozo lame some pay to play bullshit with hair metal bands, many of whom contained later: “grungers,” “punkers,” etc.
Hilburn wrote a classic Hilburn massive calendar piece. So, the metal guys would be like, “Let’s go see that freak girl, and her band of freaks.” I love being a freak. As I said, I’ve always gotten along well with others and been pretty popular. So I had NO problem projecting Valkyrie Bitch Goddess. Why not me? I had the words for it. Not yet the drummer, and no offense to drummers past, who I have loved, but for once I have the drummer of them all and even he likes playing Doctor bloody Feelgood. Six, you win. Accckkkkkkk, I was literally rolling on the floor screaming “Make it stop!” Bad acid, I tells ya.
Anyway, in a Spin interview, I stated the truth. Frankly. he started it.
“Reznor blah blah?” “He shouldn’t call his band Nine Inch Nails when he has a three inch one.” Well that was THAT and the shit hit the fan. I was referencing his song Mr. Self Destruct. I NEVER had a feud with KURT. Christ, the guy was my best friend on his earth and worth every penny of the crucifixion(s).
I hope you’ve paid your money to see a cripple dance and now’s your chance, baby, now’s your chance, but as we all know this endless blogging and “FAMA,” the Latin derivative of “fame,” meaning gossip. Look up Virgil’s poem on Dido fucking Aetna (sic) in a cave. The word comes from “rumors.” Skip to Ovid now, after Christ ,and the word has changed into a quality, that does not involve great works or achievements or honor. It just involves getting as much as you can. It’s a dense, dense book; The Frenzy of Renown.” It is very academic, I am going to read it now.
That was, sort of , he sort of? He’s still pissed I called my band Hole. I never said size, shape, etc. I never said “cabbage rose hole” or “tea rose hole.” In any case vajayjay was only one connotation of that band’s name. It was truly from the Euripides’ Medea, but it got the job done. It was a chance and a risk to name the band that, as Babes in Toyland were going to go full throttle. We were gonna call ourselves “swampussy,” but what if, what if, what ifs kept coming. What if, what? There was no way that model of band was, as much as I love them, going to go mainstream. In any case, I had to take the chance with that name, but that’s not the point. The point is Reznor got PISSED. HEY, HE STARTED IT.
Having been pretty popular my whole life and not used to this class clown karma, that I’m chanting to mitigate, but seems to occur every bloody time I blog. I may as well just stop amusing anyone and stick to what I know; books, nature, eBay at 5 am. I do not like feuds, but money’s money, then feuds occur. Sex is sex and I suppose if you impugn my sexuality and the month of intensity and insane secrets we shared with each other, because you’re feeling I’m not “popular” or pretty enough for our “image” and you have a weakness, sorry I didn’t turn the other cheek. Not.
I never have told anyone one word of what he told me on those nights about his childhood, nor would I ever. So that was a semi feud with the Brit. He’s just too obsessed is what Neal Strauss says. I’m not at all obsessed, disturbed and freaked that I went there, but I don’t much think about it except when I hear news that he’s trying like hell to get BBC2 to fund, or they already have funded, the 6 part series of the Abbey which, as Straussey puts it, is just an “Obsession piece. You win. He loses.” When you put a not-at-all funny show on the air, just to take the piss out of me, and then go around my tertiary secondary or first circle of friends with your dark using energy, I will not go out of my way to hurt you, but I will protect the people I love. Make sense?
Okay, on with the rock.
So I wont be back for a while. I have a sign on my computer, “DO NOT BLOG. EMBARRASSES CHILD. LACK OF GRAMMATICAL CORRECTNESS AND SPELLING MAKES ONE LOOK ON DRUGS FOR SOME REASON. DON’T START THINKING “BUT… BUT… BURROUGHS.” IT’S A MYSPACE BLOG. DON’T DO IT!”
So, THAT SIGN goes up tonight. I’ll check in with y’all about music, but there’s nothing served by defensive blogging. I was shaken by the AMEX statements and where they met on the time line and that Ryan says he made that over a weekend? Is he nuts? I think it started June 19th. I have a first class series of about 6 musicians, and hangers on, tix on an AMEX, that was applied for online and paid down with money in accounts I could not access and had no idea was there. (Could not access due to forged powers of attorney) So, yes it has taken a long time to get to forensics and these guys still wanna come after me for slander, when I have them by the scrotum, with four refinances with phony signatures that they pocket, and Lexus’s for the wives, Mercedes for them, opening bank accounts and wire transferring all over the earth, etc. etc. ad nauseam
I won’t bore you with it. I just find it funny that they are so delusional. Let’s go, man, let’s go. Can of worms time. Let the snakes out. Yay! That’s all I can say. The worst is yet to come, but after that, its just smooth fucking sailing and me being very frugal and performing as much human revolution as I can, really mitigating and changing my karma.
I care more for my kid than anything or anyone. I just want her happy and well taken care of, and to make her proud.
Um … wha??? As confusing as this new blogpost is, I must confess that it very well may be the most coherent thing that Courtney Love has written, like, ever. I’m not sure what spurned C. Love to write this particular Reznor-inspired post (and spurned she seems, don’t you detect a note of sour grapes?) but I can totally appreciate her efforts. Mebbe she’s a bit miffed that Trent Reznor and Nine Inch Nails have enjoyed much success in the past few months are kicking off a new tour (entitled Lights in the Sky) while she is relegated to being stuck behind her computer, reading poems by Virgil all by her lonesome (yeah, that Virgil bit is a kinda hard to swallow but I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt). I sincerely hope that Courtney disregards that note she put on her computer to warn her off of blogging … I, very much, enjoy reading her My Space blogposts. Reznor and NIN will be bizzy touring (they kick off their first official show tonight in Vancouver, BC) so what else does she have to do? I want more!!!