As most of you know, I am a big fan of Chris Lee’s music. It started way back in 1998 when my friend, Jenna, picked up a black-and-white postcard of his that was on display at the Cooler in New York City. The picture on the postcard was of Chris – from the neck down to his waist – with a one-eyed cat resting in his folded arms. Jenna likes cats, you see. I turned the postcard over to read something about heart and soul and punk rock. That was more than enough; my interest was stirred.
Five years, three albums, several shows, chance meetings in Hoboken bars and on New York City streets, strange but funny e-mails, a play and dinner at a Cuban restaurant later, and Chris Lee remains an intriguing figure to me. He’s called me “friend” a couple times, and I’d like to believe that I am that for him.
Here’s a wonderful review/very in-depth profile of Chris Lee. It’s something that I probably could have written myself, but didn’t.
I hope you enjoy.