Bianca's sisterKelly Spencer
Sr. Director of A&R - Foodchain RecordsBlare N. Bitch
Betty Blowtorch guitaristScott Milano
Owner, Foodchain RecordsLiz Velic
AAM, N.Y.Jeremy "Remo" Thompson
Nashville Pussy drummerKevin Baldes
Hello. My name is Kevin. I've been friends with Bianca since about the middle of 1998. I was introduced by an old friend I grew up with. Meeting Bianca for the first time was a little intimidating. I'd heard stories of her on-stage banter towards unruly crowds. That, along with her tattoo-biker-punk image did not paint a friendly picture. That was all very misleading. In the few years of knowing Bianca, she quickly rose to the top of my list of the kindest, sweetest, caring, and giving people I'd ever know.
One story comes to mind that really illustrates what a beautiful person Bianca was. It was a hot December day in Burbank, California. I was working on the set of a TV show when I got a call. On the other end was this scratchy voice asking, "What'cha doing Squish?" Squish was her nick name for me. I'll miss it dearly. I replied that I was just sitting around. She asked if I'd meet her out front. I said sure. When she pulled up she asked if I'd come around to the passenger side of her car. I opened the door to find three new born puppies on the floor. Each puppy had at least a hundred fleas. Bianca began telling me how she ended up with the pups. She had just gone to the pound to visit. The puppies she had were to be destroyed that day. Being the animal lover she is, she couldn't let that happen. Adopting animals and caring for them is not cheap. Bianca at times could barely feed herself. That didn't matter to her. There were animal lives at risk. She didn't adopt them to keep them, but to just clean them up and find them good homes. And that's just what she did. She used money she didn't have and lots of personal time to save these puppies. Knowing Bianca has inspired me to try to be a lot more caring and giving. I hope that whoever reads this story will get the same inspiration from it. That would mean Biancas beautiful energy would still be helping to make this world a better place.
As Bianca was growing up she was such a ray of light. Sweet, cute as hell, fun to be with and sharp as a tack (some things don't change). She was not always self-assured, and quite often said she considered herself a dork, but she always had the coolest friends and managed to do the coolest shit. She demanded it. She was not satisfied with the ordinary. She made things special. And part of her gift was making others feel special. Bianca made friends easily. Of course she had the regular girlfriends down the street, but I'll never forget when the transvestite dancer who worked at the Queen Mary moved into the neighborhood, she made friends with him too.
The most significant thing to me about Bianca is that she was born to love, and shine that love on all whom she met. She even had love and compassion for those who betrayed that love, when they showed any kind of remorse and desire to change. I believe that the profound hurt inflicted on her in her life, especially by those she trusted the most, proved to make her stronger, more humble and a more compassionate human being. It made her reach out to those she recognized as feeling the kind of anguish she was so familiar with. Ironically, she often had trouble seeing the love and admiration people had for her. My prayer is that she is seeing it and believing it now. I have rarely seen the kind of love and appreciation expressed about anyone, than I have seen expressed for her, by those who knew and loved her. She had the rare ability to transform and elevate people's lives and self-concepts... and she entertained us too! I feel blessed to have her as my sister.
Bianca... You always asked me to make you a rock star. It still makes me laugh, you kook! You were so there long before I ever met you... You had this huge, undeniable amazing presence - on-stage and off. You embodied everything great about rock n' roll ... in all its glitter, guts and glory. I was always so proud of you. You could have a 102 temperature and be working on like one hour of sleep, but you never failed to throw one hell of a party up there. You always delivered. You had swagger and you owned that stage.
Rockstar aside... you are, without question, the most interesting person I've ever known. I loved listening to your stories... although sometimes I had to take a minute to pick my jaw up off the floor! And for all you knew and everywhere you've been and all that you were, you were incredibly humble and unassuming. You were the coolest chick on the planet but you didn't have one judgemental bone in your body. I loved that about you. (Um, speaking of cool, thanks for dressing me. You were right... now when I bust out my pre-Bianca pants I thought were so great, I do feel like a bit like Don Knotts!)There was so much to you, B. You were a hilarious, wise-cracking, foul-mouthed, bad-ass little fireball that would blurt out the raunchiest things off the top of your head in interviews. You were also an incredibly loving, adorable, empathetic, sensitive, nuturing, sweetheart of a friend. A self-proclaimed "marshmallow" who would crack me up with spewing out grandma lines like "good grief!" "good lord!" "that's the monkey's pajamas!" and who loved to whip up an elaborate six course meal and a bubble bath (with Barry White on the 8-track) for a buddy in need.
You had a huge heart and lived your life honestly and with integrity. The way you lived... and the person you were... will never cease to inspire me. It was a total blast to work with you and an honor to be your friend. I love you, B., and I'll think of you and miss you forever. I'm struggling to make sense of why you had to be taken from us so soon. I like to think that maybe you just needed a bigger stage. Rock on, superstar.
I remember when Bianca played her first gig. It was with Maynard's band Sin about 10 years ago. She was so nervous that her mom had to coax her onto the stage. Well the first few songs went pretty good and then came the song that she started. I took the mic and announced that this was Bianca's first gig and she was really nervous and she was going to start the next song. She gave me a look that practically knocked me over. By the third time trying she was able to get through the intro and into the song. Bianca was one of the most determined people I knew. Bianca was an artist, she decorated, painted, set designed, cooked fabulous meals, she had style & class and of course there was music. With all of her talents she loved rock & roll the most. She was born to rock. It was in her heart & her soul, it was her dream and we shared that dream together. There is a big hole where Bianca once was in my life but she lives on in my heart & soul. I love you Bianca and I will miss you always.
Blare N. Bitch
Kelly Spencer introduced me to Betty Blowtorch over coffee early one morning at SXSW '99. I asked the girls what they were up to that day and Bianca, grinning ear to ear, said: "Why, we're playing in Topeka, Kansas tonight." I asked if she was really happy about driving 700 miles in one day, and she said: "Yeah, we're happy as clams, bearded clams!" That's when I knew we had to sign this band. Not only was Bianca great looking and outrageously funny, she was thrilled to spend ten hours in a van to play in front of maybe 200 people - a genuine road warrior! Little did I know how hard this band really rocked, what a great record they would make, and what a uniquely gifted musician-singer-songwriter, a true original, Bianca was. She was such a magnificent contradiction: a wicked rocker capable of burning the house down on any particular night, and yet one of sweetest, most unassuming and generous people I've ever known - a great friend. I truly miss you, girl.
Let's go back in time, to the mid '90s. I was a pink haired, Hole shirt and flannel-clad, disenchanted high school kid. Listening to the late, great alt-rock station WDRE one day, I heard a song by a band called "Butt Trumpet" that turned my perma-scowl into a huge grin and had me running out to the store to spend my babysitting money on the CD right away. I was hooked after a few listens, and would drive my dad insane by playing "I've Been So Mad Lately" (sample lyric: "shit fuck hell damn shit fuck shit FUCK!") at top volume until he came in and lectured me angrily about my declining moral fiber.
Flash foward to 2001. I was now a still-disenchanted 24 year old with a job at a college radio promotions company, and standing before me in my office were our new clients... 4 (5 if you count their A&R girl) hot, badass rocker chicks, 3 of whom used to be in my beloved Butt Trumpet. The one that stood out the most was, of course, the one who called herself "Bianca Butthole". She was confident, tattooed from head to toe, and had an incredible body. Sure, I like to fancy myself as a tough rocker chick but next to Bianca I felt like I should just dye my hair blonde, laser off my tattoos and start listening to N'Sync. As my thoughts began drifting to which one of my teenage cousins was deserving of my spiked jewelery and band tee shirt collection, Bianca removed herself from my bewildered male interns lap (!) and grinned at me. "Isn't she so cute!??!" Bianca exclaimed to her bandmates, pinching my arm. Later that night, the pinching would move towards a ...ahem...more sensitive area of my body (any girl knew Bianca knows what I'm getting at here!). I was flattered. Bianca had a way about her that made you feel totally important just because she was talking to you (even when she got your name wrong!), but she never treated you as though you were below her. And she was sincere, a quality too many music biz people lack.
After seeing Betty Blowtorch live for the 1st time later that night, my world was changed. No longer would I have to sigh wistfully over the loss of all the good girl rock bands. Betty were here and they were gonna take over. They had everything I could possibly want in a band. Bianca was the ultimate frontwoman. Her energy was tremendous. "I'M TALKING TO YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!" she'd bellow from the stage, and I'd find myself making a totally cheesy double handed metal sign and screaming back at her. And I didn't care! I was so swept up in the music that nothing else mattered.
This would be especially meaningful when Betty came through NY on September 18...just one week after the World Trade Center attacks (little did I know, this would be the last time I ever saw Bianca). Betty Blowtorch gave their all for a group of New York fans who a week ago had gone through one of the most terrifying ordeals in their lives. We needed escapism, and those girls knew it. Bianca was fighting a cold that day, but still gave the show her all..even doing encores when she was clearly exhausted, dripping with sweat and raw-throated. Still, she gave it her all and sounded awesome.
Later I found out about Bianca's troubled childhood, her drug addictions...and how she overcame it all and started making her dream of rock and roll stardom a reality. That really inspired me. She got where she was on sheer perserverence and hard work, and despite many obstacles thrown in her path. She created herself into the person she knew she could be. In the short time that I knew her, Bianca made a very lasting impression on me. Hopefully, we will not allow her death to be in vain and will take inspiration from her and the way she lived her life and apply it to how we live ours.
We toured with Betty Blowtorch for six weeks and I was lucky enough to get to know Bianca very well during that time. It didn't take me long to realize how special she and that she was a very way cool person. I was wearing a Spiderman shirt one day so she went out and bought me not one, not three, but two pairs of Spiderman socks, a metal Spiderman tin filled with mints & a huge inflatable Spiderman. She also "redecorated" one of our vans with eggs, shaving cream and pie!
She will always have a special place in my heart. I miss you, Bianca. Now make God rock!!
Jeremy "Remo" Thompson
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