She Sells Sanctuary (The Cult) - Day 36

A kick-ass song about jealousy, shriek-sung by a voice that is simultaneously abrasive to the ear and manages to fit perfectly in line with the percussion and guitars, is today’s favorite. She Sells Sanctuary, by the Cult, is one of the many crazy-amazing songs from a long, loud playlist of my W.L.I.R. days. Hot, black, smoky nights at the Malibu on Lido Blvd., music pumping so hard you can feel the beat with your whole body. It’s also a song (among many) that reminds me of my pal Kenny Lesko. Kenny was a unique individual, to say the very least. From the first millisecond I ever saw him, mastering the power mullet, draped in a gray duster, rocking the fingerless leather gloves, and sporting a cigarette between his lips. I knew I wanted to be this guy’s friend. How would I ever know he’d end up one of the best people I’ll ever know? Funny, creative, perverted, loyal, sarcastic, kind, confident. I could spew a list of adjectives all day to describe Kenny. This song will always bring him to front of mind, moving perfectly to the sway of the song, Grolsch in one hand, cig in the other.