In the case of Courtney Love, one could say the meltdown never stops, that it is performed over and over, at several concerts throughout the day, upon the stage that is her life. But the feisty, twitter-illiterate Courtney we know and love today is yet a watered down version of the girl who made a non-stop run of fabulous faux-pas in the mid-nineties. Still she has enough of her original bite not to let us down, especially after an incident at a 2004 concert when Love stripped down to her underwear and bitched about legal and emotional problems. Perhaps an homage to a world of live performance decadence gone by?
