While the sessions are reputed to have been chaotic and unorganized, the track sheets and multitrack tapes tell a different story. Jim Dickinson said two things stand out about that record. The first being that John Fry’s engineering “which makes the record timeless,” and the other is the fact that “there’s nowhere on that record where Alex is throwing it away.”

He and [his girlfriend] would do what they call dancing, which was kind of like Apache dancing, only real,” Dickinson said. “There was violence involved, let me put it that way.” Chilton formed a short-lived folk trio with two women who could barely sing, and he called it Gangrene and the Scurvy Girls. He seemed to be developing the art of confrontation.

Really, really good article about Alex Chilton in his most destroy-all-monsters days, 1975-81, the years of Like Flies On Sherbert, Tav Falco and the Panther Burns, the first couple Cramps records, of the art of locking the groove down and then annihilating it. By David Gendelman. (via czupcaks)

(I’m still over here, but this was worth posting to this Tumblr. Not enough people know about the incredible artistic insanity that was Alex Chilton between Big Stars. -z)

I want Bruce Eaton to have the final word on Alex Chilton. The book he wrote for the 33 1/3 series on Radio City was part of what spiraled my obsession to begin with, and it’s a fantastic essay on what it means to love music. Bruce Eaton knew Alex Chilton, and I think he can give one of the best tributes we’ll see to the man who made the music we love.