Ya, Lux Interior and Poison Ivy met in the early 70s, got married, started a punk band, and spent the next forty some years making music until he died in the late 2000s. It must have been quite the ride. I wonder if she's lonely as hell now, or maybe not. Who knows these things. Sometimes I think the depths of loneliness might depend on the quality of the marriage. Other times I remember that women are carnivores.
