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Beth Ditto | |
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![]() Beth Ditto at the Eurockéennes de Belfort 2011 |
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Born | February 19, 1981 |
Origin | Searcy, Arkansas, US |
Genres | Indie rock, post-punk |
Instruments | Vocals |
Associated acts | Gossip |
Mary Beth Patterson, known by her stage name Beth Ditto (born February 19, 1981, in Searcy, Arkansas)[citation needed], is an American singer-songwriter, most famous for her work with the indie rock band Gossip.[1]
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At 13, she moved out of her mother’s house and went to live with her aunt.[2] A resident of Portland, Oregon, she is a close friend of Scissor Sisters lead singer Ana Matronic, and considers her favorite song to be "Oh Bondage, Up Yours" by X-Ray Spex. She courted mild controversy in 2006 when, during an interview for NME magazine, she claimed to have eaten squirrels as a child, saying that "people in Arkansas just do – they'd think you were a freak if you ate squid there!"[3]
Ditto is known for her noticeable stage dances and her unique and revealing image. She classes herself as a punk, and thus does not wear deodorant or shave under her armpits, having once remarked that "I think punks usually smell".[4] She also formerly contributed an advice column on body image to The Guardian newspaper.[5]
In February 2009, she was featured in London as the cover model for the premiere of Love magazine with prominent public advertising.[6] On July 9, 2009, Beth's fashion collection for the UK retailer Evans was released for sale, both online, and in selected stores across the UK.[7]
Ditto, who is a lesbian, is well known for her outspoken support of both LGBT and feminist causes.[8]
Her most recent modeling work consisted of opening the[9] Jean Paul Gaultier spring 2011 fashion show during Paris Fashion Week on October 2, 2010.
Year | Chart | Peak |
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2011 | Australian ARIA Singles Chart[10] | 86 |
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BEL [12] |
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2011 | "I Wrote the Book" | 76[13] | 14 | Beth Ditto EP | ||
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2010 | "Cruel Intentions" (Simian Mobile Disco ft Beth Ditto) | 142 | - | Temporary Pleasure |
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Oh, beating heart don't give up on me now,
My thirsty veins are crying out.
I'm sick of the shake,
I'm sick of the taste,
I'm sick of the cold kiss of pavement.
I need you for the engine in this operation,
Like I need my lungs in this charade.
What a beautiful scene we make,
Don't let it go to waste.
There must be something in the water,
We've been a ticking clock all summer.
The hours they go so slow,
When I'm running low, running low on you.
Running low on you.
Oh, paper ships give me safe passage home,
Under the burning bridges glow.
So stay where you are,
Don't come in too close.
The things that I touch turn to ghosts.
Where would you be?
You have to answer anyway.
Out on your own,
Or that haunted place you stay.
Disaster is like a wake,
It follows you set to break.
There must be something in the water,
We've been a ticking clock all summer.
Counting the seconds down,
The hours they go so slow,
When I'm running low, running low on you.
There must be something in the water,
We've been a ticking clock all summer.
Counting the seconds down,
The eleventh hour
Running low on you.
Running low on you.
Shout over the steeples in this church town,
Promise to keep me if I get out.
Promise to keep me,
Because I'd throw the fight,
If you would catch me.
Shout over the steeples in this church town,
Promise to keep me if I get out.
Promise to keep me,
Because I'd throw the fight,
If you would catch me.
If you would catch me.
If you would catch me.
There must be something in the water,
We've been a ticking clock all summer.
The hours they go so slow,
When I'm running low, running low on you.
There must be something in the water,
We've been a ticking clock all summer.
Counting the seconds down,
The eleventh hour
Running low on you.
(Running low on you.)
(Running low on you.)
(Running low on you.)
(Running low on you.)