Ready For Anything – Behind the Lines

I was well and truly out of love with love. The deeper you go the longer it takes to get out when the walls cave in.  I wrote Ready for Anything in 2001 when I first moved to Berlin, damaged but ready to rock…..


Deep and meaningless – Baby be mine – Let’s take it easy – Let’s waste some time

Not an invitation to walk up the aisle…. except for whatever kind of aisle you  might find in a  darkened room where nobody gives a damn and the alcohol has already started to  blunt your judgement

Let’s taste the bitter end  before we even start – C’mon baby break my spine – you can’t break my heart

I dont need to be a fortune teller to know that this sordid little encounter is going precisely nowhere

I’m ready for anything that you’re thinking of – I’m ready for anything – Don’t call it love

because that’s the one place I do not want to go to in a hurry

 No coming back for more – No second time – I’m gonna rip out all the wires that go from your world into mine – Been stabbed in the back so many times you can see right through to my bones Don’t expect no sympathy – no happy home

i already gave my happy home to someone who trashed it

One of 13 songs from the album (also titled “Ready for Anything”) – which my band Kathy X recorded back in 2004 – it took us 4 days, in the depths of winter in Northern Poland. Yeah, typical of our rockstar lifestyle. For monthly updates on my recordings, shows, and tiny adventures join my MAILING LIST



Warsaw 2004.   My band, “Kathy X ” is due onstage. The venue has a few alcoves which provide a cosy hangout if you aren’t watching the stage.  In one such alcove a group of local women have been aiming their attention with  military precision at Bassist Rob and Drummer Dave. who appear to be unaware of their status as Visiting-Musician-Gods (or enjoying it while it lasts.)

As I approach the giggling, hair-swishing little ensemble, one of them is sitting directly between me and Rob. Who also happens to be my boy.  She’s intelligent enough to realise she’s very attractive. But too stupid to do much beyond displaying her assets to guys in bands.  She  doesn’t know I’m IN this particular band – the line-up and music being of secondary importance here.  What she does know is that I want to get past her. But she stares blankly past my enquiring expression and doesn’t move an inch.

This is unbelievable. She thinks I’m competition. That I just wandered in off the street to try my luck as a groupie….

 I summon up one of the few Polish words I remember. 

She-PRASH-AMM! “  I say, icily.

The official translation :”Excuse me”. But that’s not what’s going on my head at the time.

More like:  “Get out of my way before I kill you

And that’s probably what she hears. She very grudgingly makes way and I get to tell Rob we’re on in five. There’s a big video screen showing the bands as they play, which is visible from the alcove.  It’s sweet revenge to think of her seeing me up there. And sweeter still that I was inspired to write “Party Pooper”