Each Wednesday (barring holidays), Rocks Off arbitrarily appoints one lucky local performer or group "Artist of the Week," bestowing upon them all the fame and grandeur such a lofty title implies. Know a band or artist that isn't awful? Email their particulars to email@example.com.
We're pretty good about coming up with goofy and unnecessary classifications for the music that we listen to so as to make us sound intelligent: alt-indie-Texana, grungey-electronica-rock, rolling-bebop-rap, etc. It's actually a requirement on the Music Writer Contract all of us are required to sign, right in between "Wear a messenger bag, regardless of whether or not it's needed, at least twice a week" and "Argue that Led Zeppelin's Zoso tangentially contributed to the formation of whatever band someone has just claimed as their favorite."
So when we found out that Miss Buffy, a beat poet of sorts, had established her own classification to describe her music, we had to sign her to the Artist of the Week label. Plus, she's got a song called "Tongue Fuck," which certainly didn't hurt her chances.
The genre she created? "Erotipo," and it does a pretty good job of corralling the sound of her music. Essentially, it's musical erotic poetry; an X-rated Jill Scott, if you will. So naturally, we tugged on Buffy's coat to ask her about how she got started, the meaning behind "Tongue Fuck," and a possible metaphor for her, uh, you know.
Rocks Off: So, first things first, how does one become a sexually overt beat poet?
Miss Buffy: I think everyone has the same thoughts, I do I just happen to put my sexual thoughts and moments to music. My lyrics are always first and I write about what I am inspired by. To me, sex is poetry. With my erotica poetry I desired a medium that could be all encompassing and to perform it. To put it to music seemed like a natural thing to do.
RO: We interviewed this R&B singer one time and asked him the following question, but it seems considerably more relevant now: are you always in a state of perpetual sexiness? Like, when you wake up and fix yourself a bowl of cereal, would you describe that as a sexy situation?
MB: When I wake up in the morning and fix a bowl of cereal in my French maid costume... I would call that a sexy situation. I am in a perpetual state of sexiness.
RO: Weird. That's the same thing we wear when we fix our bowl of cereal. Tell us a little bit about "Tongue Fuck." It's embarrassing just for us to listen to it - we're ignorant like that.
MB: "Tongue Fuck" was inspired by a true moment, as most my songs are. Some lucky ex-boyfriend who shall remain nameless is immortalized. There are moments that simply inspire and this was one of them that had to be written about.
RO: Do you get embarrassed when you sing it?
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MB: Embarrassed? No. If I got embarrassed it would take away from my message. But am I vulnerable? Yes, that is what makes if great for me as a performer.
RO: One thing we found kind of funny was, in your images on your MySpace page there are a bunch of Maxim-style photos and then, right smack in the middle of them, there's a picture or two of a cat. Is that some type of metaphor, or are you just a cat person? In that, I mean that you enjoy cats, not that you're actually half cat/half human. Unless you are. Then you should probably speak to that, because it'd be considerably more interesting.
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MB: My kitty wants attention too. Prrrrrrrr.
RO: Got it. Do you have a day job? If so, have they seen your Myspace page? How do they feel about it?
MB: Yes I do. I have two personas. Real estate entrepreneur by day masked by glasses Clark Kent-style, and "Buffy," erotica beat poet, by night. So no, they have not seen my Myspace page. Shhhhh... - Shea Serrano