Sara Lee Lucas Impersonator Bio


Sara Lee Lucas Impersonator
c. 1991

 

Pseudonym: Sara Lee Lucas Impersonator
Real Name: Fred Streithorst Impersonator
Age: Thirty
Birthplace: Bad Ass, TX
Instrument: Drums, percussion.
Hobbies: Belligerance, pyromania, anger-repression, playing drums, therapy, sales, coping with stress, not playing poker, crank-calling talk shows.
Quotes: "Sorry; I think it's charred beyond belief."
  "Deal me in."
  "You goddamned son of a bitch, I had a straight flush!"
Influences: The Who, Lars Ulrich, Bob Geldof, The Residents, Neal Pert, The Misfits, Johnny Thunders, George Thorogood, They Might Be Giants, Richard O'Brien, Kool & The Gang, Talking Heads, Edvard Grieg, Steppenwolf, Huey Lewis & The News, Parliament Funkadelic, Bill Gaines.
Background: Though Marilyn Manson Impersonator doesn't usually play cards for money (he hates losing), he consented to join a poker game when his cousin called him up and begged him to fill in for one of their regular players (who had come down with viral pneumonia.) Marilyn Manson Impersonator & The Spooky Kitsch was still in the planning stages at this point in time and M.M.I. had been searching for a good drummer, so he was overjoyed to learn that one of the regular poker players was an accomplished rock drummer and percussionist. Unfortunately, the person in question had no desire to be a part of M.M.I.'s "project" and was only interested in playing cards that night. No matter how hard M.M.I. attempted to coerce him into playing "just one show with the band", the drummer would not yield. M.M.I. finally resigned himself to the game, sulking over his hand. The bulk of the evening went without incident; some money changed hands, but each player won somewhat evenly. By around 2 in the morning, M.M.I., his cousin, and the drummer were the only people left in the house. M.M.I. suggested that the ante be raised and the drummer quickly consented, being a hardcore poker afficianado. The three played on for another 45 minutes, with M.M.I. slowly but surely raking in both his cousin's and the drummer's cash. By the time that the drummer had been fully drained of money, he was furious with M.M.I. The Marilyn Manson Impersonator casually shuffled the cards and promised to give the drummer a chance to win back all of his money - if he would promise to do M.M.I. a favor if he lost. The drummer was wary of this deal, but agreed to the terms set forth. A tense five minutes passed and the drummer finally laid down his cards with a large grin on his face: four nines. M.M.I. shook his head sullenly before displaying his straight flush. The drummer would have been enraged by this had M.M.I. not decided to give him back all of his money anyway, provided that the drummer concede to play with the future Marilyn Manson Impersonator & The Spooky Kitsch. Though he was still reluctant, the drummer was happy to regain his lost cash and ended up joining the band. However, there was apparently some misunderstanding over how long the man who came to be known as Sara Lee Lucas Impersonator had to remain in the band. Though he claimed to hate every minute of it, S.L.L.I. uncomplainingly bit the bullet and struggled through show after show, enduring both changes in band names. In mid-1995, however, S.L.L.I finally decided to ask M.M.I. just how long he was expected to play drums with the band. M.M.I., thoroughly confused, told Sara Lee Lucas Impersonator that the agreement had only applied to the first show and that S.L.L.I. had been free to leave at any time after that. Apparently, M.M.I. thought that S.L.L.I. had stayed on so long because he truly enjoyed the experience. S.L.L.I., however, was not amused by this bit of information. Viewing the past few years of his life as an absolute waste, he walked out on the band and moved to Ft. Lauderdale, where he is now realizing his life-long dream of selling used automobiles.

 


S.L.L.I. fooling around with G.G.I.'s bass.
(Rare pre-Marilyn Manson Impersonator & The Spooky Kitsch photo!)

 


G.F.I.   M.M.I.   M.W.G.I.   T.R.I.   J.5.I.
D.B.I.   G.G.I.   S.L.L.I.   Z.Z.I.