a go-go

Her calling card is Pink Pony Club, the semi-autobiographical story of a small-town girl’s transformation into a go-go dancer, written after her first visit to a Los Angeles gay club in her early 20s.

I didn't become a Go-Go dancer, but I wrote a song about it!

I’m out there singing “Tracks of My Tears,” and all of a sudden I’m singing “Going to a Go-Go”? I’m done at that point.

Her cinematic technique spans the globe: There’s a go-go, Carnaby Street vibe to her London flashbacks, for example.

But I doubt she’s spent time with the hard-working immigrants selling tamales in Adams-Morgan or gone to a Go-Go at the St. Elizabeths East arena.