The Wages, An Illustrated Story | 11. Masterstroke | A Secret Irony
My feelings clouded when Genuine Oak deemed my panties too risqué to be printed anywhere on the record sleeve or in ads, but Ben had colour glossies made to spice up the black-and-white portraits tucked in the radio promo kit for my single. My provocative greeting to the world had gone too far for the public. Instead, my brazen photo would be traded in secret by the powerful men of the music business.
‘I Feel So Trashy’ wasn’t my best work, and there had to be some explanation for it being on the air. Maybe the DJ or program director was looking at the startling red V at my crotch when he decided to play my music.
I had a secret irony, all to myself. I had written ‘Trashy’ with my pants unzipped.
In decades of interviews or conversation I have never told anyone the true origin my most popular hit...