LOVE. You know, I've always generally liked British punk more than American punk, though I know punk started in America. The early NYC punk was closelLOVE. You know, I've always generally liked British punk more than American punk, though I know punk started in America. The early NYC punk was closely linked with the art scene - Warhol's factory - and I always preferred desperation and pathos that sprang from the British working class, revolting, spitting and vomiting on the British class system than the posturing and pretensions of the NYC punk poets - Lou Reed, Patti Smith, etc. The New York Dolls, MC5, and the Ramones never did too much for me. Iggy Pop is of course exempt from my previous statements because he is a god. But anyway, this was more of a history of punk in the mid-west and New York than a history of punk in general, but no matter, as it was one of the most entertaining books I've ever read. But Lou Reed is now ruined for me. I can't ever think of him or listen to his music again without thinking of how he likes his face shat on. There was an anecdote of Lou Reed asking a female fan to defecate on his face. When she demurred, he asked if it would be better if he put a plate on his face and then she could poop on the plate. Yes, there's a lot of stories like that in Please Kill Me. Musicians and groupies doing enough drugs in one day that would kill an elephant. Lots of drugs and venereal diseases. Iggy Pop was a virgin to gonnorrhea before Nico came along.
p. 255-56: Angela Bowie: "Oh my dear! It was like a honeymoon for David and Iggy. It was nauseating - one English asshole and one American jerk thinking they were gonna romance Germany while the Germans sat there and laughed at then. They were bon vivants - flashing money, buying a lot of crap, trying to imagine that they were living in the twenties or thirties, like Christopher Isherwood - 'Oh, we're going to move to Berlin.' They just made me wanna puke. Oh I can't tell you how nauseated I was. David and Iggy chose Berlin to hang out in because there's more drag queens per square inch performing onstage than any other city in the world. David and Iggy's was the friendship of the damned. You know what I mean? Where you just tolerate anything from each other because you've got no one else. I think decadent is a little too complimentary. I think a cocaine-induced paranoiac bunch of bullshit is more like it. The whole thing was just a total waste of money and total waste of time - I mean, they spent all their time fighting over who could get the best-looking drag queen."
Legs McNeil: "Glitter rock was about decadence: platform shoes and boys in eye makeup, David Bowie and androgyny. Rich rock stars living their lives from Christopher Isherwood's Berlin Stories, you know, Sally Bowles hanging out with drag queens, drinking champagne for breakfast and having menage a trois, while the Nazis slowly grab the power. Decadence seemed so lame, because decay suggests that there's still some time, and there wasn't any more time. Things had collapsed. We had lost the war in Viet Nam, to a bunch of guys with sticks in black pajamas. Vice President Spiro Agnew had to resign because he was caught taking bribes in the White House. And Richard Nixon had the Watergate burglars break into the Democratic national headquarters because he was so paranoid. I mean fucking Nixon had won the election by the biggest landslide in history. He was just insane. And then he had to resign. And then President Gerald Ford told New York City to drop dead when it went bankrupt. I mean, New York City declared bankruptcy! Compared to what was going on in the real world, decadence seemed kind of quaint. So punk wasn't about decay, punk was about the apocalypse. Punk was about annihilation. Nothing worked, so let's get right to Armageddon. You know, if you found out the missiles were on their way, you'd probably start saying what you always wanted to, you'd probably turn to your wife and say, 'You know, I always thought you were a fat cow.' And that's how we behaved."...more