Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Rest In Peace Laura Carter

I don't fuck much with the past
but I fuck plenty with the future...
Patti Smith

A long time ago I lived in Athens Georgia and associated with a ... let's just say "rougher" crowd. I had a great time and have no regrets - well just a few. I lost contact with a lot of friends and acquaintances since then and I still miss some of them. I cleaned my act up, moved 200 miles away and became a parole officer in 1989. This series of events seemed to be the end of the world at the time but in the long run it probably kept me from developing problems with substance abuse and the local law enforcement.

I ran across a familiar name in a criminal justice oriented database a few weeks ago. A small time drug dealer I remember from back in the day is apparently living the same lifestyle as he did 20 years ago. I feel bad for the guy because as old, fat, and boring as I feel sometimes at least I can say that the problems I face are new ones. My small child sees that I experience new joys and challenges on a daily basis. When I became a father I experienced what a believe is the closest feeling of a true baptism as I am likely to experience. I moved out and moved on but every now and then I look back.

After this discovery I used google to look up some of the folks who traveled in the same small circles as this guy and myself and found that Laura Carter of the Bar-B-Cue Killers passed away a couple of years ago. David Barbe (formerly of Mercyland) wrote a very cool remembrance in Flagpole Magazine .

If you ever met Laura you have a story about her and chances are it is a story you will never tell your parents or your priest. She disrobed on stage frequently and would go to great lengths to shock anyone she could by whatever methods it took. I never saw her produce Mardi Gras beads from her vagina and throw them into the crowd but that is a popular legend and I do not doubt it for a second. She formed a band called Felch and posted a graphic flyer depicting said activity all over downtown Athens. The funny thing about her though, and the one thing I remember most is that she was a very generous and kind person... as long as you pretended that you didn't notice. When we worked together for a summer at the University of Georgia physical plant, she would often bring tomatoes or other food to share with her coworkers at lunch Yet, whenever I thanked her for anything she responded by calling me a faggot. I soon learned that this word was a term of endearment as far as she was concerned.

That is her picture on the cover of the Athens, Ga Inside/Out VHS or cassette box. The photo has since been replaced with one of some other guy who used to hang out in Athens. A lot of people try to be Iggy Pop but on one of Laura's good days back then I bet Iggy would have killed to have been her. Rest in peace.


Anonymous bamf said...

hose- this blog entry is definitely one of your best. sure, the subject matter is dear to your heart, but the writing itself is truly heartfelt, and it shows.

nice work.

8:29 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Didn't know her, but wish I had.

Rest In Peace

11:16 AM  

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