Rip Her to Shreds

I played this song, along with Lou Reed’s “New York Telephone Conversation,” yesterday morning before lecture. They both suggest to me some of the cattiness that goes on in Tyler’s The Contrast, all the bitchy business about fashion and manners and social networking. This is a pretty great Blondie performance, Sept. 1977 at the Whisky-a-Go-Go. I love the way Debbie Harry’s hair seems to recall Bowie’s mullet.

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