I write these words on this, the 15th of December, 2018. The 17th year anniversary of the tragedy that took her life.
The pain never goes away but it does become bolstered and tempered with so many great memories and treasures, such as what I am sharing with you now.
Words alone just weren't good enough for her eulogy this year. I wanted to do more. So this time, I pulled something out of the BUTT TRUMPET archive, something that Bianca and I did together.
We were both a mess that day, but the show must go on (or so they say).
Her equipment was malfunctioning the entire day that we recorded at Hully Gully Studios-- but it didn't matter. This session, we were just trying to hear our own songs to see what we may need to further produce or arrange. We were getting ready to record what turned out to be Primitive Enema, you see.
As for me, my voice was already blown out from screaming my head off earlier. So, her bass sounds like crap, my voice sounds like crap, she screwed up, I screwed up-- it didn't matter. Perhaps that is why I love this broken down, beaten up version so damn much-- it really told the tale well beyond just the mere song itself. It documented our state of mind at the time almost perfectly.
And yet, we found ways to laugh. Hard.
Anyway, I miss Binx terribly (and by the way, I gave her that moniker and only she and I know what it actually means, just saying) and I wanted to share with you all not just one of our documented musical memories, but also a picture of us that I treasure that has never before been released.
In short:
R.I.P. Bianca Butthole.
With Love,
Thom Bone
December 15, 2018