I just watched this terrific documentary called "New York Doll" on the Sundance channel. And it was about, yep... you guessed it, the New York Dolls. But more specifically it's about their bass player, Killer Kane. Now I know the Dolls music, and a little about David Johanson, and a little about Johnny Thunders, but I knew nothing at all about Killer Kane. Turns out he lived the typical rock n' roll nightmare; substance abuse, failed relationships, suicide attempts. After he took a header out a three story window in an attempt to end it all, Killer Kane saw an ad in the TV Guide for the church of latter day saints. He dialed the number and found God. The film opens with an older, frail gentleman jumping on a bus to go to his job at the mormon temple's library. This man is Killer Kane, thirty years after the New York Dolls. He seems content with his life, happy that he's found his calling, but he has unresolved feelings about his past. Enter Morrisey who's putting together a music festival in London. His dream is to reunite the remaining living Dolls to headline. I really don't want to go into anymore detail, it actually surprised me and I think it will work better the less you know. You should just see it. It's funny, sad, triumphiant, and the ultimately heart-breaking. Just set your Tivos. It's playing on the Sundance channel this month. It's a sad, unforgettable film.
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