Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
The boats beating against the current is a fine closing line, and so is going on, can’t go on, must go on. And, oh, those deep glens humming with mystery, Beloved.
But I think maybe Johnny wins this one.
(FUN FACT: “Ever get the feeling you’ve been cheated?” is not iambic pentameter, but it’s close enough for rockyroll.)
Prince in an asymmetrical coat fronting a lady-heavy band. (FUN FACT: No one, not even Prince, sounds cool calling heroin “horse.”)
Remember The Banana Man? Well, he was a real chimp that Elvis bought from some goober and named Scatter. It ended poorly because it could end no other way but.
Everybody was arguing about the Pistols the other day, and they were all wrong. Even the people I agreed with.
This is wonderful: Bill Graham’s production notes from the 1980 Warfield run. A useful list of management principles can be derived herein: Know your market, set clear goals for your team, make sure your wieners are the best available.
If anyone’s aware of more available footage of the JB’s, let us all know. Of note in this performance: the Collins’ brothers adorably half-assed dance moves, Mr. Brown announcing his move to the keyboard by shouting “JAMES! PEE-AN-UH!”, and Soul Sister #1 on the podium.
This’ll break your fucking heart.
This Rolling Stones unreleased track features Jimmy Page on guitar, and is a rip-off of a different unreleased Stones track. Name it in the Comment Section and win a shiny imaginary nickel.
Valued Commentator JES wrote something nice, and also wrote something nice about me; go visit.
More to come.
Is it weird that my favorite Sex Pistols song isn’t the one where they try to destroy society, but the number where they’re bitching about their record company?
Gobbling shmedibles and having a little punk party?
Yup!
I suppose there are worse ways to spend a Sunday. Gonna watch The Filth and the Fury?
Also yup!
Good plan.
I will never, ever, ever stop being surprised by how foreign England is. I always think, “They speak English; they should behave normally,” but they don’t. It’s like a foreign country over there.
OR
If the theme of your punk music isn’t “Fuck the rich,” then it ain’t punk music. It’s just loud and fast.
There is something in a man that hates a wall.
You wanna know about record companies? Let Uncle Johnny tell you.
The asshole from the record company isn’t the hero. He was necessary, but no one needed him.
I’ve said this before, but there are only two proper ways for a punk band to have a career: either make one record and break up, seeing it all for the joke it is; or make the same record over and over forever, hoping that people will finally get the joke this time.
The Ramones chose the latter, but the Sex Pistols took the easy path to glory. Never Mind the Bollocks might be a perfect album and unlike other short-lived bands, there is literally nothing else. The outtakes and unreleased stuff and ephemera is all uniformly shit.
If you only got one trick, it better be a good one.
(Rock Nerd/Comic Book Nerd Fight: Glen Matlock was the Bill Finger of the Sex Pistols. Fight!)
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