I'm the only adult male at the Mason Jar tonight who isn't wearing a black tee shirt with sawed-off sleeves. My Kenneth Cole polo sweater marks me as a loser, but at least I'm a loser waiting for a former punk goddess to join me for drinks. Lucy LaMode, once the penultimate punker, had agreed to meet me here the night before, but canceled at the last minute when her 4-year-old son drank a bottle of her best cologne. Tonight, her eldest son's 12th birthday, Lucy has returned to the scene of several years' worth of musical crimes, where she once reigned as front woman of Killer Pussy, Phoenix's... More >>>