Jennifer
Blowdryer Bio:
Should I use the
pronoun “she”, as if I am not writing it myself?
Not for me, the well paid publicist, the agent, the cultural
interpreter. No, I’m afraid I must present you with this
brief sketch of a fascinating individual, myself, using my own
peasant length digits to hammer it out.
In 1978, at 17, JB
began to sing with her very own punk band, The Blowdryers. This
was before the days of documentation and ambition, so only one
tape of a live gig at The Deaf Club exists on record, soon to
be transferred to that state of the art vessel, the CD. She
was pretty obnoxious, but fortunately that was in.
In 1983 – 84,
she (well I) put together her first book, Modern English: A
Photo Illustrated Trendy Slang Dictionary. This was a little
project she’d started working on in her friend Ginger’s
zine, Punk Globe, and Last Gasp kindly agreed to make it an
entire book. Her ex-boyfriend had put out a book called Hardcore
California and, because she dumped him, he made her a postage
stamp size photo and had her singing the wrong song in the wrong
decade. She was sick and tired of people who weren’t there
documenting shit, and, fueled by snarky rage, she put Modern
English together and it’s actually still pretty funny.
In 1984, she was
singing in a party band her and Ginger had put together, White
Trash Debutante and had a possessive alcoholic boyfriend with
whom she’d written two good songs. She got a fellowship
to the Writing Division of Columbia U and decided to jump ship,
rather than spending the next 10 years fighting with her band
and/or boyfriend, getting an ulcer for the perceived glory of
a rock’n’roll cover band.
At Columbia, she
lived in an 8 by 10 room and put together White Trash Debutante,
a photo illustrated lower middle class autobiography, and The
Laziest Secretary In The World, an adventure novel about an
overweight temp, a character her Columbia classmates found to
be absolutely unlovable and inconceivable, never having stapled
together stacks of paper at Blue Shield Insurance themselves.
In the late 80s,
Blowdryer began to run shows called Smut Fests with the initial
help of Annie Sprinkle and Veronica Vera. These shows featured
strippers performing their own poetry, a little bit before the
term sex worker was coined, and they became the darlings of
the avant guard. Some early acts were Lily Burana, Tracy Quan,
Kembra Pfahler (The Karen Black Band), and Danielle Willis.
The first were in a lap dancing parlor in NYC, and they expanded
to Hamburg, Baltimore, San Francisco, and London. HBO produced
a half hour special on them, for which she was paid a total
sum of $3500.
The music and spoken
word gigs are really too many to chronicle.
In 2002 the first
major production (well, perhaps major is a relative term) of
her plays was produced at Theater Rhino in San Francisco: White
Trash Debutante and Behind the Candelabra. A new production
of WTD is running at the Bowery Poetry Club in NYC, and plans
for The Laziest Secretary In The World, her other play, and
Gutter Boys, her best friend Alvin’s play, are in the
works for the Bay Area in the fall of 2005.
Works in
Progress:
Blowdryer writes a food column for New York Press, and the occasional
book review
The 86’d Project
is underway, currently she’s compiling interviews and
texts by people who are consistently thrown out of places and
banned, for varying lengths of time, from venues as various
as Rite Aid and pretty much anywhere in San Francisco. This
will eventually become a found text play.
Persiflage is the zine she publishes with Alvin Orloff, it’s
the house organ of their literary movement, Spectacularist Internationale,
and has featured pieces by Matt Bernstein Sycamore, Stephen
Beachy, and Chelsea Starr.
Truly Blue: An Anthology of writing by sex workers and even
a trick (I’m Not in The Habit of Paying People To Leave,
But In Your Case I’ll Make an Exception), including pieces
by Lily Burana, Tracy Quan, Matt Bernstein Sycamore, David Sterry
(author of Chicken), Jonathan Ames, Rev Jen, and Nick Zedd.
Photo illustrated by Annie Sprinkle. |