Johnny Angel

I love Johnny Rotten. I love everything about him. Never has there been a more likeable, snide, arrogant, totally amusing music personality. After years of being passed over for induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, The Sex Pistols were finally invited to the induction ceremony just last week. This is Johnny Rotten's response:

"Next to the Sex Pistols, rock and roll and that hall of fame is a piss stain. Your museum. Urine in wine. We're not coming...We're not your monkey and so what? Fame at $25,000 if we paid for a table, or $15,000 to squeak up in the gallery, goes to a non-profit organization selling us a load of old famous."

I can't even think of anything to say right now except that the phrase "selling us a load of old famous" is so fabulous it makes my entire vocabulary AND wardrobe obsolete. I'm going to go write a full-length album right now based entirely around that line while I have a high-heel bonfire.

I love love LOVE how almost thirty years after "Never Mind The Bollocks", he's still as frothy as a rabid dog. THAT is dedication. THAT is what it was about, is about, and should be about forever. I love how middle-age has made him an even bigger asshole. I love that I will never hear "God Save The Queen" changed to "God Save The Clean" and used in a Pine-Sol commercial. I just plain love him. You can't put a price on that kind of bitter. It's like fine art.

Maggie