*You can't read kindly stuff like this without realizing that there was something just irretrievably rotten and sinister about that McLaren guy. Yeah, he's dead now, and even the hardest of the hardcore punks are trying to make nice about him, but he was a hairy dropout Situationist, a ruthless enemy of the Spectacle. There was just no way to recuperate him and make him stop scaring the horses; he was a bohemian hustler who was all clay and happened to have feet of gold.
http://pitchfork.com/news/38443-artists-remember-malcolm-mclaren/
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Sex Pistols guitarist Steve Jones: "I was upset when I heard the news, as I've always had a soft spot for Malcolm. I knew him since I was 17 before the Pistols formed– I used to drive him around in Vivienne Westwood's car to the tailors in London in the days of the Let It Rock clothing store. Malcolm was definitely the Brian Epstein of punk– without him it wouldn't have happened the way it did. I stayed friends with him throughout the years despite some of our differences. He came on 'Jonesy’s Jukebox' a couple of years ago, and that's a good memory. But my fondest memory of Malcolm, and I loved the guy, was his birthday gift to me when I turned 21– he got me a hooker and some heroin."
*This just in: Malcolm falls prey to ASBESTOS? Yeah, maybe he did: asbestos abuse strikes again... Asbestos, slayer of youth, Asbestos, weed with roots in hell.
http://www.postchronicle.com/news/original/article_212295385.shtml?ref=rss
