I Was a Teenage Sex Pistol

I Was a Teenage Sex Pistol

Language: English

Pages: 274

ISBN: 1906615365

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Glen Matlock was a founding member of the Sex Pistols and co-wrote most of their iconic songs. His story of the Pistols' rise to global infamy is an honest, insightful account of a group of intelligent malcontents, determined to change the music business and to attack hypocrisy and stale conventions in society at large. Glen brilliantly captures the flavour of seventies Britain and reveals the complexities and personality clashes that made the Pistols so explosive at that time. Also includes true tales of the Pistols reunion tours of 1996 and 2002. Never mind the other bollocks-filled books about the Sex Pistols, here's the truth.

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is an old railway turntable building in North London. One day John and I were sitting around in the pub across the road, waiting for Steve and Paul to turn up. We started talking about something Malcolm had been pushing at us. “‘Submission’,” he’d said, “that’s a good song title.” Presumably he thought we should write something about bondage. “I think this bondage idea is a load of cobblers,” said John. I agreed. “How about this idea?” he said, his eyes telling me he had some stroke he was

but it’s still dark enough to see the brightest stars. We watched that for a bit, then took the first tube of the day round to a friend’s place for a while. Four or five of us were Whiteleys regulars, so we all turned up there promptly for work. But I was the only one who hadn’t taken the blues. It was a very old-fashioned store – which was hardly surprising, as it was the first department store in London. It certainly looked like it was. There were a couple of things that I’ve never seen

famous in Manchester even then, as the host of an early evening local news show. But he was also always involved in the music scene there: he later went on to set up Factory Records, New Order’s label, and The Hacienda Club. We’d already done a few gigs in Manchester, playing The Lesser Free Trade Hall twice that summer. The first time, right at the beginning of June, less than a hundred people turned up. But, although we didn’t know it at the time, it was an incredibly influential gig.

deliberately perpetrating that idea of us as his puppets. I realised this at the time but for some strange reason it took John an entire year and the Ronnie Biggs fiasco to latch on to this basic point. On the other hand, I’ve since found out that even Malcolm wasn’t as aware of what he was up to as he has since made out. So after I’d had my say, he said, “OK, fine, if that’s your attitude. Shake hands and we’ll leave it at that.” He told me that they were going to do some recording – obviously

uneventful, although I was none too keen a flyer and every slight little bit of turbulence had me clutching the armrests – you never know how bumpy it’s going to get, and back then I found that quite stressful. Steve, bless him, twigged I was a little on the nervous side and thought maybe it was a good idea to keep up the chat. So he rabbited and rabbited and rabbited some more, which kind of helped – except that it was a nonstop diatribe on the merits of Frank Zappa. Now Frank, in small doses,

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