So many people are concerned with being the perfect ‘something.’ Whether it’s the perfect singer, the perfect sexy girl, or the perfect feminist. I don’t want to be the perfect anything.
More than 30 years ago, in Washington, D.C., I secured a copy of a single by a Los Angeles band called The Bags. The two-song 7-inch, released on Dangerhouse, had a girl on the cover who looked right at you with huge eyes. The songs, ‘Survive’ and ‘Babylonian Gorgon,’ were great and made many of my mix tapes.
– Henry Rollins