Non-Incredible Ex-Runaway Non-Interview!
SOUTHFIELD, MI — â€śThese bitches suck.â€ť
Harsh were Rick Johnsonâ€™s words in these pages when the unanimously acclaimed Heavy Metal connoisseur reviewed the Runawaysâ€™ second runaway dud, Queens Of Noise. And as a direct result of Rickâ€™s deeply felt critique, former Runaway Cherie Currie refused to speak to CREEM during her recent jaunt to the Motor City. Promoting her and her sister Marie’s new LP, Cherie refused to acknowledge the age-old maxim ANY PRESS IS BETTER THAN NO PRESS AT ALL, YOU DOPES by denying her record companyâ€™s heartfelt wish for a CREEM interview.
Unperturbed, we CREEM staffers did our civic duty and attended a CBS-sponsored Romantics party, thankful that there, possibly, we might be greeted with open arms. Imagine our chagrin when, in the midst of our pleasant chatter and standard industry backpatting, Cherie and Marie Currie entered the party suite!
Too busy to talk to CREEM, we muttered to each other, but not too busy to show up here!
Naturally outraged, blatant Iggy Pop imitator-cum-CREEM-writer Mark J. Norton and I approached the ungrateful pair, intent upon frank and relevant discussion of their rumored intimate relationships with several members of the L.A.-based band Toto. Upon our identifying ourselves, the sisters took immediate action: while a stunned Norton received absolutely no response from Marie after boasting of his freelance gynecologist status, the more volatile Cherie grasped this writer’s coat by its fashionable lapels and hissed, “So you’re from CREEM!?!”
“Yes,” I smiled warmly. “Hey, how come–“
“Well I just wanna say,” said Cherie, “that every time we’ve done an interview with you guys you’re all real nice, but when we see the story you always tear us to shreds!â€ť
“Well,” I nodded, considering, “just because that’s happened a few times doesn’t mean that–“
“Yeah, but every time we’ve done an interview for you guys youâ€™re all real nice, but when we see the story you tear us all to shreds!”
“That may be, Cherie,” I agreed, “but I’m sure that–“
â€śAnd anyway, every time we’ve done an interview for you guys you’re all real nice, but when we see the story you tear us all to shreds!”
Convinced that things were as they should be, this writer thanked Cherie for her spare time and pried fledgling-gyno Norton from Marie’s equally thought-provoking grasp.
Later we both agreed that although we were very nice to the Currie sisters, and they equally nice to us, their new album was still very bad and not at all the kind of thing we’d listen to if we could afford to buy it.
(CREEM, April 1980)