|Wendy O. Williams|
Williams in 1984
|Born||Wendy Orlean Williams
(1949-05-28)May 28, 1949
Webster, New York, United States
|Died||April 6, 1998(1998-04-06) (aged 48)
Storrs, Connecticut, United States
|Cause of death||Self-inflicted gunshot|
|Associated acts||Plasmatics, MotÃ¶rhead|
I don’t like fashion. I don’t like art. I do like smashing up expensive things.
The important thing is to build up my cardiovascular system, so I have the stamina to do stunts. To me, stepping over the line, taking a chance and succeeding is the ultimate freedom, be it in rock and roll or when executing a really challenging routine.
I’m trying to encourage more women to be themselves, rather than what men want them to be. I don’t believe in patronizing either sex.
I never strike out at any life form. The only things I attack are icons of conspicuous consumption. People put objects in front of their life, in front of anything that has real importance. They make this ‘thing’ their God.
Basically, I hate conformity. I hate people telling me what to do. It makes me want to smash things. So-called normal behaviour patterns make me so bored, I could throw up!
The thing about animals is that they don’t judge you. They accept you the way you are.
My music is very innovative, in a class by itself. Nobody else is saying anything of value. What I’m trying to do is get people to think, to alter their consciousness. It’s not your typical platinum formula for success.
It’s not that I don’t value my life. It’s just that I love taking chances, testing myself, stepping over the line.
I’m more interested in having a place to work out my voice and my body than I am in having furniture.