I’ve known Karen Mansfield for many years. Karen got her real start in a band called The Bleeding Knees. Mostly tongue-in-cheek shock-rock from girls looking to startle boys, The Bleeding Knees were a local punk outfit that sang outrageous songs about the beautiful act of sexual gratification. From the hilarious description of appendages to stories of oral and acrobatic antics, no stone was left unturned in their quest to get the dance floor packed with amorous boys and girls.
Many years later, we played in a band called The Summer Nationals back in the mid-1990s. A group that …