*Note, after seeing Peaches in the sweltering hell of The Hothouse, I began to snap - and from this point on, I descend into maniacal drivel. Proceed with caution.
Peaches -
Gender? There is no gender.
If Madonna is regarded as the voice of female sexuality, then where does Peaches fit in?
Madonna was the first instance of the legitimisation of pornopgrahy, pornopgrahy as mainstream entertainment. Peaches is a blank canvas, providing unconventional explorations of female sexuality in popular music. She is a blank slate upon which the sexuality of her audience can be focused. Peaches does not exist, but her audience does, and it is her audience that legitimise her.
Swaggering, pansexual persona.
NOTE: It is 4:30 in the afternoon at this point, and it is time for blast off. I've been sweltering in the 35 degree sun since three, and I don't deal well with heat at the best of times.
Mind and body are preparing to crack - spiders and earwigs are crawling across the field of vision. If Bangs promised a miscatonic journey into The Stooges, then I have descended into a place where the very idea of a rock show becomes a war. At this point I feel more like a casualty than a spectator.
Flat on back in carpet bar. My spinal cord is sending urgent signals that I am no longer 18. Instead, I am a 25 year old fat guy who is not built for this.