Damn.I really wish I could see Tammy right now. Somebody send me some Wanksister. I would be very grateful.

Tammy and I had an extremely volatile relationship as friends. We first met in a class at UF when she had a tall, bleached out mohawk, and I sat next to her. She was acting all touch, and then I noticed a fly had gotten impailed on the mohawk. I pointed it out to her, and she freaked until I removed it for her. I miss her!

here is a link to some tammy james memories and wanksister music

it's been 10 years since our dark little punk rock angel left us i think about he everyday and i miss her so fucking much, tammy touched the soul of everyone she ever played for, her gifted hands created music,lyrics and poetry, we met when i was in 8th grade in a little town called oviedo florida,later on after a rocky boyfriend/ girlfriend/friend/enemy/punkskater love relationship we found ourselves bandmates in our twenties along with scott pacer,, tammy and i ripped gville a new asshole with a mix of speedmetal country and punk tammys guitar playing had developed to pure kickassness afterall she was a punk rock vet from target practice and c.b.l. to the sister tammy james tore the roof off the godamn hardback many nights in the 95 degree heat,dripping,thrashing shreddin tammy u fkn rock whereever the fuck rocknroll souls end up out in the universe r-i-p babygirl rip 'dyed roots and cowboy boots ya crawl up next to me'