Creem Profiles
LENE LOVICH
(Pronounced “Boy Howdy!”)


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HOME: A gargantuan mantilla on the Dunav river.
AGE: Scientists in Findlay, Ohio, are studying the rings around her braids; the verdict not in yet.
PROFESSION: Barnstorming Iron Curtain countries with her unique Slavic/Yank/Brit screechius maximus.
HOBBIES: Translating Nina Hagen records back into German; perusing Shaved And Shackled magazine; testing new bottles of Bols at Lili’s in Hamtramck; listening to Audubon cassettes; shattering vodka bottles at 20 paces; headbuffing night school.
LAST BOOK READ: I’m Serbian, You're Croatian by Josip“Red Boy” Bugcowovich.
LAST ACCOMPLISHMENT: Consumed close to 1,000 hot dogs coast to coast in the U. S., becoming a one-woman nitrate bomb.
QUOTE: "Nazdrowie! And sto lat while you’re at it...”
PROFILE: From the mighty Motor City a tiny teen traveled; her destination England, fame and art school. Meeting her dynamic Daddy Warbucks, little Lene tried R&B, sold her screeches to horror films, discoed with Cerrone and, finally, became a Stiff. And the rest is mystery. Drink up, Lene—and you too, Baldie!
BEER: Boy Howdy!