And then shit hit the fan in Arizona, and I was like “Fuck it!” I just got in a car and decided to move to New York. When I left Kansas, my heroes were all rock singers, you know? And I always remember thinking Debbie Harry was the coolest one, and she lived in New York, so I wanted to live there. And then I discovered karaoke, and that's when everything changed.
I stayed in Arizona a couple years after college-I was singing a lot of national anthems at spring training games. But I didn't do a whole lot of operas, because I couldn't get cast in anything at Arizona State. I studied vocal performance at Arizona State, which is singing classically, whether it's art songs or arias or whatever. (Sample lyric: “Tell me, does this dick make my ass look big?”) We talked with her recently about sex, karaoke, being tender and not just being nice. Before that, though, is Everett's new show at Joe's Pub at the Public Theater, Rock Bottom, which may be her filthiest yet. This combination has brought her prominent gigs on Inside Amy Schumerand an upcoming special on Comedy Central, which will be taped in November. But surprising sweetness and vulnerability lie just below the surface of everything she does. Prowling the stage in billowing fabrics, swigging Chardonnay and darting out her tongue lasciviously as she belts ultra-raunchy original rock songs, she scrambles hotness itself into a mess. Bridget Everett is not a blond bombshell-she's a blond nuclear missile.
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