We’re only now catching up with this month’s Magnet cover story on Cat Power, and though we hate to turn into the indie-rock version of TMZ, we were struck by this quote toward the end of the profile:
Marshall makes no secret about her desire to have children of her own, but she’s slightly less forthcoming about her recent romance with a man in New York, saying only, “He’s English, he’s a poet, and he’s great in bed.”
I happen to guess the name of her latest flame–let’s just say he’s a public figure–but agree to honor the request not to reveal his identity.
If it’s an English poet who’s good in the sack, it’s gotta be Morrissey, right? Wait, why are you laughing?
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Damn you to hell, Andrew Lloyd Webber.
I say it’s Eagle Eye Cherry.
Why has no one guessed Lemmy from Motorhead?
It’s Terence Trent D’arby, I’m guessing.
poet, English, tantric sex machine = Sting
all together now …. EWWWWW!
I can’t decide between David Gray or the decaying skeleton of Wordsworth. On the other hand, is there really a difference?
Jarvis + Chan = The Hole in my Heart Left by Ryan Adams and Parker Posey.
Terence Trent D’arby is now Sananda Maitreya. It can’t be him–he lives in Italy now.
chan’s only 4 years younger than the former heather mills-mccartney…
Every single one of these choices fucking terrifies me. I guess I’d prefer Damon, he can’t actually get any shittier than he already is.
Sting was my first thought too. Now imagine the resultant lute music.
gimme the lute gimme the lute
I hold out hope that it’s Cat Stevens.
why can’t it be, like, jude law? (who she’s supposed to be doing that movie with)
Hey, hey — Jarvis COCKer…get it, get it?
Damn that was funny.
my first choice was lemmy, also.
The ghost of Ted Hughes. Sylvia Plath’s having a hissy-fit in heaven…