Just under two years ago I had
things to say about a Public Image so-called documentary and this just came up in instagram, a product I really shouldn't use anyway. It just reminded me of how much I am disappointed by Lydon, who was excellent forty years ago and is now not only everything I hate but everything he, forty years ago, would have hated. This by the way is a little bit of footage of some old men playing um... possibly the last half-decent PiL song I can't remember what it's called I never want to hear it again anyway. Jesus fuck, this is so minor in the scheme of things and I don't have to pay any attention obviously, it just makes me feel a bit better to point out how sad, in a bad way, things are for that individual and his art.
I guess you just can't count on iconoclasts. Maybe that's not really a problem.
As a child, naturally enough, I watched a lot of television and it being the early 1970s when I was a child, I watched a lot of what is no...
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