Sian Superman 13:00
Johnny Thunders. So Alone. Yeah, he is.
Johnny sits in a yellow corner, legs splayed, looking for all the world like he's lost everything.
And yes – rock n roll is about loss, it's about desolation - despite what they tell you. Songs are sadness and life is cruel and Johnny - victim and heartbreaker - is going to tell you all about it. You can't put your arms around a memory. Leave me alone. (She's So) Untouchable. I'm sitting in a chair looking totally fucking cool but fuck me where's the fucking party? (That's not an actual song.)But then rock n roll changes like quicksilver, or something else very very fast. And rock n roll is now about magic and beauty, it's a Great Big Kiss. Subway Train. And feeling quite good in some especially new trousers from a ladies store and hey it's all back to mine for a punk rock disco and seventeen thousands grammes of coke n some rum. It's 1978 and the world owes you summin. (Or however they would say it in New York.)
And back to feeling like shite again.
The vocals on You Can't Put Your Arms around a memory are a dream in breathless simplicity. It's such a great song. And Ask Me No Questions.
Anyway, I'm sitting in my kitchen and it's the weather's fucking tops and I don't care so go Johnny go. Stop feeling sad. Get out there and buy some new trousers. Go and take some drugs.
RIP Johnny T.
RIP Johnny T.
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