The Wiki page says enough (too much, really), but in brief, I'm best known as the organ-shredder(!) in the No Wave band The Contortions, the hell-fire-spitting provocateur of Lizzie Borden's Born in Flames, and lead singer of the first out & queer all-female punk-funk band, The Bloods. My alleged infamy springs from both truths and spurious tales. And contrary to what most internet music sites claim,
I was not born in Germany.
How do I spend my time today? Telling stories. Helping others tell theirs, too. Forever learning how to weave a stronger, finer fabric.
Way back when (ancient herstory — the mid-to-late 1970s and 1980s) I was half-Piaf, half-Hemingway, wishing I could sing and write as well as both whilst dancing and brawling my way through Cleveland, New York, Berlin, Amsterdam, London and points beyond. Wrestling in public with quite a few demons I should have dragged into a therapist's office taught me a thing or two. I've calmed down considerably, have shred the binary and am armed anew with a benevolent four-letter weapon. Call me he, call me she; I will not shame you for mis-gendering me. This Pan needs to go ninja Houdini often, but do check in now and then and I'll try to stay up to date on current events, thoughts, & meanderings.
Freedom. At all costs freedom. I do come out of hiding now and again, given the right lure.
Do you dance? I do, as much as possible. You never know when a girl might be called upon to break out her Viennese Waltz.
Here are a few videos of me performing in the 'olden days'.
Once I was a boy… or was I always pan-gender? 1978 dancing with Janet Stein at Nan Goldin's loft, being filmed by Vivienne Dick. That's Nan in the BG snapping away.