The Wendy O. Williams Memorial Guestbook

As a CBS TV Producer in Detroit, in the 80's, one of my goals was to book Wendy O onto my show. Yeah, I was in love with her and her philosophy like all the other crazed music lovers of the time. So there I was at the hotel in Detroit, waiting for Wendy. What was I going to talk about in the Limo and sitting next to the lady of my dreams? It was very cool. Wendy was as nervous as me, so we hit if off instantly after we made fun of our anxiety. Here I was, sitting next to her tight black leather pants. Get down. Wendy was incredible on my show. Very few people understood why I would have booked " a chick like her", but I understood. Later that night, at her show, while standing in front of the stage and just before Wendy was to blow up a Chevy Nova, she spotted me. Taking the can of Noxzema shaving cream, which she had beautifully smeared all over her body, Wendy strutted over to me and handed me the can of shaving cream. I still have that can of Noxzema, what can I say? I'll never forget taking pictures with Wendy and having her say to me, " next time I'm in Detroit, you're MY guest and don't forget it!" Our picture hangs proudly in my room for my eyes to see and my heart to feel. Now when I hear a roar of thunder, I just think its you Wendy, blowing up another Chevy in Heaven!

You are missed. Love Charles Mercado.

Wendy, Here I am. Your fanatic #1 outside the U.S.A.
When in my country Venezuela, I listen to Butcher Baby for the first time, I knew that your and your group was led to that time (1980), with that outrageous and great form of making music.
Only I wait that some day, us (your fanatic), with our work in Internet give to you and to Plasmatics, the place in the history of the Heavy/Punk Rock that you deserve. It was in 1980 when I listen Plasmatics for the first time in a program of local radio. I felt the necessity to know more of this group and of the woman of the strong voice that sang. Then I had in my hands a video of European television, and my desire of knowing but of them increase, This desire made me look to The Net, and what I got was the first place dedicated to Plasmatics, in 1994/5... I don't already remember, and now I am pleased to see there are so many more.
<BR>Wendy, with my few words toward your artistic splendor, I wish you the Peace and Calm of Soul, that you looked for. Rest In Peace. Our Queen forever !!!

a tribute to WENDY II

THE WIND CRIES WENDY:
the street was raw,the land was wicked,the monsters lit the hole,it made me scream in the flames, until i saw the ice drop, and it was really saphire,your centipedes soothed my ears,while i listened to you blowing your shell, you made breezes in the desert, and it hid the storm,you took my hand,and built your heart in my palm,you took your fury, and made it my belt, your words so carefully whinced clean,the white of my teeth,then the stars called your name,you screamed I AM WENDY, but they still forced their gods on you, till no black hid your eyes, the smoke now rises,where you once stood.

II AWAKENING TO: i saw her in a glass window,it was if i knew her in the back of my mind,it seemed a jest as your screeches lured me,and it felt real,texture,going into my mind,like tall strands of wheat, brushing my head in a field, it gave my spirit nerve,and rush,i can't erase the deadly gleam though,and i felt a million faces in one pair of eyes, i felt prime when you were here,shielding me from cruelty, yet colors of shame glow on the horizon,i hear my screams,as i felt you leave,and i want to erase them with yours, so i must turn to eternity in vinyl.

What more is there to say than AWESOME. That's what Wendy was in life, and what I'm sure she is in the after life. She is missed, and will always be missed!

Kick Ass Wendy O!