Rock And Fucken Roll
I dunno. It’s late, I’m tired cos Daniel was sick last night, I’m hacked off that the live coverage of Rebekah Brooks appearing in front of her mates at Parliament isn’t going on Australian TV until way after my bedtime, when suddenly this appears in my inbox ….
Most bands understand shit. Pris get it so clearly, it fucking hurts.
“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely stupid” – Marilyn Monroe
“One great way of judging music is thus: “Are the band having way more fun than me? Do I wanna go get stupid inebriated amnesiac with them? Do I want to fool-dance manically down the front and trip over BANG among the drum pedals?” Are they the anti-Daisy Lowe? The anti-Tori Amos? The anti-Kings OF FUCKING LEON? Do they perform in their underwear? ARE THEY HAVING MORE FUN THAN THE OTHER 50,000 PEOPLE IN THE ROOM COMBINED? Yes, yes yes!” – Everett True
“YEAH, YEAH. AND THEIR FUCKING SHIT BAND NAMES I.E. S.C.U.M, SCUM MY FUCKING ARSE, GO AND BUM A GELDOF AND EAT SUSHI” – Pris
“Punk rock died the day Joe Strummer picked up a guitar” – Everett True, 1995
“Music journalism died the day Everett True picked up a typewriter” – Joe Strummer, 1995