She was too much under the influence of an ardent imagination to adhere to common rules.
It’s made for once-a-week shopping! Detail from 1951 Frigidaire ad.
Anger for women in music, for me, stemmed from the fucking principle. It was about being told that a girl couldn’t play guitar when you’re sitting in school next to girls playing violin and cello and Beethoven and Bach. The anger came from not being given a chance, from being told to shut up and sit down and act like a lady.” Jett laughs, the rasp in her voice heavy with passion and grit. “Once you start throwing that kind of shit around, it’s war!’
…there were glass rubies in her head for eyes and her ferocious teeth, made of mother o’pearl, were always on show, for she had a permanent smile. Her beautiful hands seemed more like weapons because her nails were so long, her clothes were dyed a purple the colour of blood in a love suicide - not so much a cunningly simulated woman, as a monstrous goddess, at once preposterous and magnificent, who transcended the notion that she was dependent on his hands.