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Sleaford Mods on the Sex Pistols
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Musical flashbacks from my past, like the greatest bar fight I ever witnessed, the first time I ever tried to shop for records in NYC, or the story Bobby Womack told me about his fateful confrontation with the dreaded “Gonga-Rea”.
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April 2022 is a complete and utter blur to me now. At the time, I was still reeling from my and my wife’s mutual decision to dissolve our marriage — even though we were generally on the same page about things, it still sucked the proverbial ass — and scrambling to figure out whether or not I was going to stay in North Carolina. But beyond that, I can’t tell you much about what happened that month, other than the three-week New York sabbatical I took at the end of April that ultimately led to my current ensconcement in the Hudson Valley.
I do, however, remember one assignment from that month that I particularly enjoyed, a piece for Rolling Stone which involved speaking with various musicians about the first time they ever heard the Sex Pistols. The occasion was the upcoming release of Pistol, the Danny Boyle-directed FX miniseries based on Steve Jones’ book about the groundbreaking British punk band’s rise to infamy. Which I still haven’t seen, by the way; I generally find music biopics immensely frustrating, and the reviews I read made seem like the headache Sid & Nancy left me with back in 1987 would be nothing compared to the one I’d get from this…