I Wear Italian Shoes

And other important lessons learned in the No Wave.

I’m watching an infomercial about FlexGlue, the supposedly amazing glue. And while all infomercials make me think about Mr. Show, this one seems to have had such a huge production budget that I think FlexGlue must be really good at sticking random stuff to other random stuff, just like on TV. Speaking of sticky stuff...

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In which one Billy Borsey Jr woke up one evening and decided that he would become Willy DeVille, and be the most amazing front man that most of you have never heard of, fronting his band Mink DeVille, his guitar covered in leopard skin print.
Seriously. This stuff is like butter and steel. It’s tough and sweet at the same moment. They knew exactly what they were doing, and it’s a goddam shame that they aren’t a household name. According to song and story, their producer Jack Nitzsche played the masters for Mick Jagger and Mick boogied down to it in the studio. You don’t get much more suave than that. Check it out, daddy-o.

Fun fact, the album takes its name from the type of jacket their A&R man at Capitol wore. If you are that devoted to fashion, you’re doing something right, in my opinion.

Mink DeVille. Cabretta.
Capitol records, 1977.

Seriously…..