The NYT does a good "where are they now?" piece on The Fugs, the original underground rock band whose comedy porn stylings tickled my father — I was raised on 'em (and can still hear the long-length recording they released of the Exorcism of the Pentagon in my head). Though Allen Ginsberg is dead (and hence not available to guest-star), the Fugs are, astonishingly, still recording and releasing albums.
And though Mr. Sanders, who is 63, and Mr. Kupferberg, who turns 80 in September, have reached what one of their lyrics calls the "time to think of ultimate things," they still sing about sex and peace and poetry (though not about drugs so much anymore).
On July 8 they released their latest album, "The Fugs Final CD (Part 1)," on Artemis Records — "Never let yourself get painted into a corner," Mr. Sanders said of the title — and on July 16 the Fugs will sing with their band at the Village Underground on West Third Street in Greenwich Village, in what they say might be their last gig.
(via Electrolite)
