Smoking Pistols

Last night I watched a documentary on Hawkwind. 70s mentalist psychedelic rock. Wild shit.

There was trips down memory lane to the times when Lemmy would stay up for a whole week, get lost, have to hitch-hike to gigs across America and also about the time when their poet/singer went mad, bought some guns then chased the band out of a hotel with a large knife.This made me think also of the other nutters of the time would live insane lives and put on mental shows. Bowie would change his entire personality from time to time and Michael Jackson had a monkey. These people were all fucking nuts, but they still made amazing music and were recognised for doing so.

And now I think about the modern high profile music scene. Doherty is in the papers all the time, but he is really a pretty predictable smack head these days, otherwise what is there?You could never imagine Alex Turner aiming a loaded gun at a journalist or any of Franz Ferdinand wearing an all in one pink cock suit.As long as bands are getting the press they want and making sure the have a well dusted coke nose then all is rosey. Obscure poetry about a whole lot of mind bending shit has now been replaced by tales of the everyday. Things that happen to everyone. Fair enough, a little bit of this can be good, but where the fuck has the escapism gone?

Fuck it, I'm off to buy a cape and ride through Dundee screaming "Burn the little people" at the top of my voice while brandishing a large flame.x