of: talented and endlessly enthusiastic
with a very high threshold for pain.
The great tragedy of Crotch was that
underneath our sneers and our bravado,
we were two sweet girls who
desperately wanted boyfriends. But we
had issues—issues that we decided
were best worked out while drunk, and
sometimes naked, on stage. Paula and I,
baffled by our lack of gentlemen callers,
chose to express our disappointment by
writing and singing songs like Sew Me
Up I’ve Had Enough and by yelling
things into the microphone between
songs that one evening would inspire an
audience member to rush the stage
holding a chair over his head with intent