is punk dead?
“I’m not selling insurance, I’m selling time!”
Are you Iggy? Really? Is that glitter?!
So there I am, tea to the left, biscuits to the right, guitar in hand waiting for that riff to come. Fifteen minutes later and….. absolutely nothing. Maybe some telly will help? Bit of stimulus, I tell myself, knowing full well that Holly Willoughby will be on in a few minutes. Woo!
I decide to have a bit of a flick through the channels while Jeremy Vile is finishing; antiques, politics, Iggy Pop selling insurance, more antiques……
Hold on. I flick back. I’m confused. I look from the screen to the guitar sitting silently next to me, back to the screen, turn the telly off. Eat a biscuit for the shock, my whole life style flashing before my eyes, rolling the question around in my mind for a while.
What the hell is going on here?!
I can’t really begrudge Iggy a spot of shameless whoring. God knows he has paid his dues, been shat on, ripped off and strung out enough times. The Sex Pistols taught us the art of taking the establishment for all its worth with two fingers proudly up, it’s nothing new really. I think it was just that much glitter first thing in the morning upset me the most. And anyway, you could say that Punk has been well and truly alive and kicking every Saturday night at 8 pm;
NEVER MIND THE BOLLOCKS…..HERE’S JEDWARD!
Its still Punk, but not as we know it captain.
Tags: Iggy Pop, Jedward, Punk, Sex Pistols