I saw the Cramps twice in the 80's and they were some of the most memorable, fun shows I'd ever been to. Lux was a wildman, he liked great trash, B-movies, schlock rock, horror flicks, EC comics, kitsch, camp, craziness. The Cramps made their own great trash from out of that lowbrow swamp heap of influences and obsessions, and Lux knew how to front a band and command audience attention as he howled, growled and yelped with that simple backbeat and all that psychobilly Poison Ivy gee-tar and creepy grumbly bass, usually wearing some leopard skin briefs or mondo bizarro leather fetish outfit.
I remember seeing Lux Interior and Poison Ivy walking around the aisles at the first San Diego Comic Con I attended. I wanted so badly to go over to say hello and meet them, but I couldn't get up the nerve. I also remember seeing them interviewed on a tv show, it may have been the Anti-Gravity Room, because they were talking about horror comics and stuff. Lux had EC originals up on his walls. Awesome.
Man, I dig the Cramps. Fun band, crazy folks, good times. Lux Interior was another one of those guys who I just assumed would be humping mic stands into his senility. Though their heydey had past, the Cramps never hung it up, and never stopped playing out and recording. They loved what they were doing. That's a nice way to live.
R.I.P. Lux Interior. One cool rock and roll ghoul.