Nigel and Evanne - Team Siouxsie or Team Bob?

Okay, so for me I cannot listen to Siouxsie without then listening to The Cure.

This was a point of contention between Nigel and I for 24 long years.

Siouxsie vs. Bob

He was firmly convinced that Robert Smith was a douche. I, on the other hand, did not. Okay so we didnt use the word douche...but poser, no talent hack, coattail rider, not cool...you get the idea. DOUCHE. I however, being the lover I am could love Siouxsie and Bob. However, if you asked me whom I preferred, well I am always going to be a Cure fan.  He would flop on my floor and fall over every time I played Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me  or  Disintegration, and say "I'm so over it" and sigh over and over ABOVE THE MUSIC. I dont know about any of you, but man, I always gave in. I loved seeing his delight when he had a "triumph of his will".

One fall day - I can't even say hallowe'en because it wasn't...it was just a brilliant idea that came to me - Year?? I think 1991...Nigel was getting dropped off at my house. I had everything planned. I teased up the Shroom - a'la Bob circa 1982 - short puff ball sprayed to stick out. It had major height...and width..and pokeyoutey pieces

Man, AquaNet was the shizz.

I eyelinered/darkened up my eyes and smeared some of Aunt Susie's reddest lipstick all over my lips with avant garde abandon.

 Bob...

I was awesome...This is the look I was going for.... I wish I had a photo.

I dressed in black with tennies and a huge black icky sweater...Laying in wait for him. Reeking of the tangy scent of CFC ozone destroying aerosol spray...

oh the horrific joy to have him shrink back in terror...to be greeted by the door by BOB!

He pulled up...I peeked out the side window and just...as...he...was...coming...up...to...grab the knob...

I yanked open the door and started howling LOVE CATS...

My darling boy looked at me with sheer terror...and took off down the driveway at a full run...
I in full BOB drag...could be heard singing ---- so wonderfully wonderfully pretty.... rowr! LOOOOOOVE CATSSSSSSSSS.

After we ran about 50 yards (running wasn't fabulous, not with his height and my two left feet) we stopped and inbetween pants... he told me that I was much prettier than Bob, but I sang worse.

We walked back to the house on Glen Drive, keeping our lit cigarettes from my flammable hair.


Sorry Nige, I'm still Team Bob, but I agree...he was cool when he was with Siouxs.
See...he still liked to poke me. 

I miss you and love you so.
This one is for you................................
Never forget(Team Bob)
Luv, evanne

Nigel & Evanne Memories: Random Siouxsie...

I was listening to Face to Face (you tube)

I remember Nigel and I were happy that it was so heard like on the RADIO...being on the Batman Soundtrack... and kinda feeling that sellout vibe.- Okay, well, I may have said something like that and he gave me that look... It could scream...how dare you..or Whaaa? or in this case... TAKE IT BACK.

That Look..you know the one.

I, of course, rolled my eyes.

He would say something like "never dare to blaspheme the holy Sioux"

I sent this to him in an email when I converted to Judaism

Then we spent like an hour trying to hit those notes at the end ( you'll neverrr knoooowowowowowohuh!) ... I think my cat TheEeevilMurray hissed and hid under the bed.

I, out of the two of us, could butcher a note like nothing you have ever seen. He never complained. He did say I sang better than Kelly. (ha)

Needless to say I never tried out for any musicals at NWS. My windows are rolled up when I am belting out a tune in the car...no need to scare the chillens.

It was never enough Siouxsie...never enough, rewind, rewind, rewind (check), fast fwd, (check) and repeat (yes kids, we had cassettes - we was PO!)

WHY DO YOU THINK WE MADE MIX TAPES?? Convenience. Plus, the ffwd/rew was a skill you had to master. He was really good at it. I sucked. He had those long artistic fingers...I have stubby garden gnome sausages.


So kids...IMAGINE THE THRILL OF pushing ONE button - Repeat -

Dear G-d CDs were the most amazing thing. When I stole.. borrowed...snuck off with... requisitioned Scott Peters' CD player boombox... that sucker went into my car with 17 D cell batteries.
It was our PRECIOUS.

We scoured Vintage Vinyl. Waiting to score that victory item..the elusive Siouxsie CD.

So today, when I was listening to my Siouxsie Playlist (itunes mix tape)...
These were the lyrics that made me look over in the passenger seat and remember him singing.


Face to Face - Siouxsie and the Banshees

Another life
another time
We're Siamese twins writhing intertwined
Face to face
no telling lies
The masks they slide to reveal a new disguise
You never can win
it's the state I'm in
This danger thrills and my conflict kills
They say follow your heart
follow it through
But how can you
when you're split in two?
And you'll never know
You'll never know

Nigel...remember? Singing to me and to her.
holding the cd player like a baby so you could get that "surround sound"

never forget.
evanne.