“I missed out on my teenage years.
I led a sheltered life. I was practicing scales instead of playing football.”
Musician, composer, singer-songwriter, record producer, visual artist
Candy says I’ve come to hate my body
And all that it requires in this world
Candy says I’d like to know completely
What others so discreetly talk about
Candy says I hate the quiet places
That cause the smallest taste of what will be
Candy says I hate the big decisions
That cause endless revisions in my mind
I’m gonna watch the blue birds fly over my shoulder
I’m gonna watch them pass me by
Maybe when I’m older
What do you think I’d see
If I could walk away from me
“So we’re all wondering, how often do you get your peroid, Candy?”
“Every day, i am that much of a woman.”
“But all this pop stuff,” she shrugs,
“I’m not really interested.”
Fashion designer; artist; former model
Billy Name exquisitely transforms sexploitation into glamour,
and the ‘nudie’ into a work of beauty.
photographer, lighting designer
So this is half a poem
So this is Bill speaking,
so this is not quite finished,
not quite begun.
`All past is fiction.’
The cut-ups are drifting away.
photographer, film maker, poet
I don’t think about the future,
I can’t think further than tomorrow morning
— at the most. I leave that to somebody else.
Singer-songwriter, Actress, Fashion model
I have Social Disease.
I have to go out every night.
If I stay home one night I start spreading rumors to my dogs.