Her skin, which has been heavily Pan-Caked and powdered to cover an outbreak of acne, is pasty-white, and her lips are painted bright red. From the moment Courtney sits down at a table in City, a restaurant near her home in Los Angeles, the verbal pyrotechnics begin. With Courtney, it’s not so much scheming as it is focus.
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”Even before Nirvana’s massive success, Hole was lumped with Babes in Toyland, L7, the Nymphs, and other femaleled underground groups.
Although these bands were quite different from one another, and wildly competitive, they were all dubbed “foxcore.” And when Nirvana’s album started to sell like mad, the so-called foxcore bands suddenly seemed commercially viable.
She’s late for band rehearsals, she was late when she used to strip, she was even an hour late for a meeting with a record-company executive who wanted to sign her band, Hole. She assumes that they will forgive her as they stare at the clock and stare at the door and wonder where the hell she is. Until they can’t stand it anymore and then they get mad, fed up, and move on.
But by that time Courtney is gone—she’s off keeping someone else waiting.