When asked if we could feature her as our Artist of the Month, Linda Strawberry responded with a resounding yes.
Spend any time on her website and you soon realize that she is passionate about music, expression through art and personal relationships. She has lots to say about issues that matter to most of us. Strawberry appears to be many things to different people. To her community of fans online she is a poet, songwriter, musician, artist, feminist, muse, …. She is indeed all those things. Here’s Strawberry, in her own words.
“Came from utah mormons. was “different”. fell from the mountain with a stick and a dream. ran into bjorn. ran into billy corgan. sang duet at the last pumpkins show “to sheila” we started to play. we added friends. we made a movie soundtrack SPUN. we played on the very last bozo show.. i met marianne faithfull who became my spiritual advisor and filled my head with rock bitch wisdom.. my first time playing with band was a live recording of “love and money” with her, billy, matt, and jimmy. i worked on her record. kissing time. heard her stories of mick jagger and the beatles. went to portland where the dandy warhols had eight different brands of weed. . zwan. what a trip. two years of my life. more or less. needed alot of glue.. after four months i was walking back around. making experiments with my best friend bon and started to write. took a hiatus while i worked on beautiful piano music via sarah mclachlan. made things with dan and kristin burns. songs, and art books, and pictures and things.. fell in love again.. wrote more songs..and here i am. eating rocky road ice cream. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”.
it’s not a sin to feel the way you feel
i can’t control it.
fuck.
so all the rage is donated to the same fat cat god that is breathing static onto my skin
vocals.vocals.vocals.
singing about something and someone ill never know.
i never did.
miss apple said “never is a promise”
here its just the truth.
i loved. and i flew. and i shut my goddamn mouth and waited for a better plan.
ive never been afraid of rejection.. but i was getting tired of the wildfire hints that went absolutely nowhere.
pianos and whispers and stolen looks.
i was the ghost wandering the walls, trying to stay invisible for what i thought was the greater good.
lost in utah. lost in chicago. lost in l.a.
til i suckerpunched the outcome.
til i said what the hell am i doing here.. i dont want this.. and then i got the hell out.
stick by stick and brick by brick ive built up a place that i can call my own
and i can love the contents and be content.
i can be a hooker and an orator and a silent painter
a fighter a hellraiser a cabaret performer
IT’S NOT A SIN TO FEEL THE WAY YOU FEEL
just dont sit in the muck.
and let the tick tock tick tock clock expire you.