Getting next week’s 666ties story, “The Live Lady of Down Town,” up and ready to go today. And noting that the fiftieth anniversary of Doctor Who seems to be a
way bigger deal than the fiftieth anniversary of JFK’s assassination. Or it is on and in my various friend and follow lists and circles, anyway.
Which is as it should be, really.
At any rate, I keep reading Julia’s copy for the story over and over this morning. She writes most of the copy for 666ties releases, in addition to editing the stories, and…read for yourself. I almost think it’s too good for the story I wrote:
Start playback: 1967, London, the Roundhouse, the Million Volt Light and Sound Rave, Unit Delta Plus, the Lady. Live.
Delia Derbyshire is Helen AmeriKKKa, electronic superstar, goddess behind the spacey sound of Doctor Who, accidental mother of a sonic genre, and bookish idol to frenzied teen devotees of the UK and the USR and Nippon and the world.
Melissa is sixteen, American, and exploring for an opening. On a winter visit to London, with a studied-Brit cousin as her sherpa, everything opens for her. The clanking brass service robots are merely charming; the real attractions are the slang, the drugs, the mods, the rave, the sounds: banging around and making an experience.
Derbyshire makes. Through dragging, breathing, distorting, repeating–repeating, repeating, repeating–layer upon layer, reel upon reel, she makes a noise. Makes a culture. Makes an experience.
At the Million Volt Light and Sound Rave, with a million damaged stars making her, she makes Melissa, she makes it all happen.
Robert N. Lee’s “The Live Lady of Down Town” is a trip to a 1967 that largely wasn’t, a tribute to the ecstasies of youth and electronic music, an exploration in experience and vice-to-the-versa.
Switch sides. Reverse playback. Helen AmeriKKKa’s new record is dropping.