I Ain't Evil, But I Ain't Good
Flashing back to that time I broke up The Jesus and Mary Chain
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All right, now that we’ve got that out of the way, let’s talk about the time I broke up The Jesus and Mary Chain.
Well, maybe I didn’t actually have that much to do with it. But I was definitely the last journalist to interview JAMC co-founders William and James Reid before their infamously fractious September 12, 1998 gig at the House of Blues in West Hollywood, which turned out to be the last time that the brothers would perform together onstage until 2007. The poisonous vibes which permeated that particular show were very much present during our interview, and had ramped up considerably over the course of it, so I felt semi-responsible — even though I knew the Reids’ sibling dysfunction was as at least as toxic and deep-rooted as that of Ray and Dave Davies or Noel and Liam Gallagher. But here’s what happened…