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Lit Bombast: The Need to Feed

Lydia Lunch performs, utters, radiates, and yes, consumes intensity.   Whether it’s in the form of screeching vocals, convulsive stage antics, or in this case, vigorous flavors, everything the woman does is full-fucking-force.

On that note, she has written… a cookbook. It’s called The Need to Feed: Recipes for Developing a Healthy Obsession with Deeply Satisfying Foods.  And it’s the only cookbook I’ve ever purchased… or read… or, let’s face it, probably held thus far in my life.

lydia lunch need to feed
“I gorge on life in the spirit of unrepentant hedonism. I embrace pleasure as an inalienable pagan right and employ it as the ultimate weapon in my ongoing rebellion against false virtue. I seek to feed and feast upon the most succulent delights I can wrap my lips around, be it flora, fauna, flesh, fish, foul, or pharmaceuticals. I wholeheartedly encourage you to do the same.”

It sort of makes sense when you consider the origins of Lunch’s surname. Soon after she moved to NYC as a pent-up, fucked-up teenager, she started hanging around the dudes from Suicide and Mink Deville. She snagged a job as a bartender at a strip joint, and would steal food from the kitchen then bring it to her friends the next day in the form of sack lunches, thus earning the name, “Lydia Lunch.”

Not that we’d expect any less, but The Need to Feed is a little different from your average cookbook. It’s more rebellious, aggressive, and it’s extremely sexy. It features beautiful and morbid illustrations, and explores themes that Lunch has confronted throughout her entire career: the intersection of desire, pleasure, gluttony, and revenge. A sampling of chapter titles includes: This Is Going to Hurt You (“ass-kicking, blood-pumping, tongue-swelling recipes for the masochist in your life”), Do Me a Quickie (“outrageously quick pick-me-ups for the chance encounter or late-night visitor”), and The Killer Inside Me (“only carnivores need apply”).

The recipes are equally provocative. “Sacrificial Lamb,” “Eat My Peach Before It Crumbles” and “I Said Jerk that Chicken” are some of my personal favorites. On the other hand, some of the recipes sound totally Martha Stewart-approved: “Red Quinoa Tabouli,” “Mango Matcha Smoothie” and “White Bean Dip with Fresh Rosemary,” for example.

lydia lunch collage

“If it’s hot, I want to stick it in my mouth. That’s just the way I am.”

It’s kind of amazing that Lunch and I actually have extremely similar palates. Ask anyone who knows me what I like to eat and the answer is, “Absurdly spicy foods. And Greek… especially if it’s absurdly spicy.” Interestingly, that also describes a good deal of the recipes in The Need to Feed.

The other fantastic aspect of this book is the music. The music, you ask? Yes, Lunch has included, for an immersive pleasure experience, recommendations of what to listen to while eating certain types of food. It’s fucking amazing. Of course you should listen to Ennio Morricone while making pasta, and Iggy Pop as you cook beef. Other solid recs include: Janis Joplin, Can, Goldfrapp, and an Ethiopian compilation.

lydia lunch germany

“Eating well is the best revenge. It is a rebellion against the ubiquitous mass marketing of junk-filled foods that flood the airways, bottleneck the highways, and have transformed America into a festering fast-food nation of super-sized junk food junkies, doped up on dioxins, picked with preservatives, flying high on fructose, and hooked to the sugar titty of modern convenience.”

Now for the negative: Well, the obvious criticism is: who the hell is the audience for this book? Foodies? Not likely. I personally loved the twisted-poetic style, but I feel like a lot of regular folks would be confused or turned off by it. So is it a book for Lunch fans? Perhaps, but I’m guessing only the most HXC of us are super-into this.

My only other criticism is that The Need to Feed is glaringly lacking a chapter on cocktails. Seriously. WHY would she leave that out? My only hope is that she is planning on an entire book devoted to the art of booze in the future.

Nevertheless, The Need to Feed is blazing victory, in my opinion. Artistic, experimental, practical, and classically Lunchian with it’s anti-authority, irreverent attitude. And, less importantly, it includes some very unique and seemingly delicious recipes. Buy it.

MAJOR, MAJOR Confession: I still haven’t cooked anything from it yet. But reading The Need to Feed is the only thing this world has presented to me that has even slightly influenced me to reconsider my, “Cooking? That’s what men are for!” mantra.

3 comments on “Lit Bombast: The Need to Feed

  1. theladybugphilosopher
    August 22, 2013

    Reblogged this on The Lady Bug Philospher's Blog and commented:
    To carry the weight of all the art in the world upon your porcelain shoulders? A scratch, a drop of blood? A ribbon around a time bomb. Punky Frida.

  2. TommyTopHat
    August 23, 2013

    I’d heard of this, but I couldn’t really believe it was true. :O I’d love to see other artists like her release their own cook books. (The Throbbing Gristle cook book would be interesting.))
    I think something like this would be totally wasted on me, though. Food is not something I’m good at. I’m only a sophisticated eater when it comes to chocolate. 😛

  3. Kevin Hubbard
    August 24, 2013

    Interesting fact!Being afforded the chance of whipping up some recipies in Lydia Lunch’s literary cookbook would be great.Also as enticing is the prospect of a Terri Wahl formerly of the Red Aunts, doing likewise with her cupcake eatery.I missed the No Wave eruption,but I bought “No New York” and had my mind blown by Ms.Lunch.My mere mentioning her name in a letter to a woman in L.A aroused a fit of anger,hence the termination of our arrangement wasn’t too painful.I feel the eroticism of Lydia’s appeal,but she aurally devestates me equally as much.I missed out on her book with Exene,but love her in the dvds I have.I’m open to most of her ideas,which I think is evidenced by a letter I wrote her back in the early “80s.I appreciate how she wrote me back.It’s interesting to muse over some of the meals she and James survived on back in the day.The closest I ever got to a live experience was not seeing Vortex in Manhatten.Are there Teenage Jesus and the Jerks t-shirts still out there?I wear XXL in black to match me and my damaged dreads.The cookbook photos in the blog are intense as usual!In summation,Lydia Lunch is the definative New York woman

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