Record company guy one: “What should we do with this new wave crap?”
Record company guy two: “Whatever, throw some kids in the tub and sell it like a razor.”
— RS 11/3/77
I wonder if it is too late for Webster’s to take some sort of legal action against Mungo Jerry.
—RS 10/1/1970
Captain Beyond might be a band worth the crate digging, or might be a big bunch of early ’70s crap. I vote for the latter.
—RS 8/3/71
Guy with short shorts: “No really, Don’t Look Back is even better than Boston”
Girl with short shorts: “Stop trying to force me into your weird van that you won by drinking cheap rum, creep.”
-RS 6/14/79
And so it begins, on a flight populated by cardboard cut-outs, launching a million slow dances, karaoke sing-alongs, and tribute videos.
RS 2/23/78
I believe this photo completely sums up early Genesis, and thus also all of 70’s prog.
Genesis: To Them, It’s Only Rock & Role (RS 1/2/75)
Please be prog.
Please be prog.
Please be prog.
—RS 2/27/75
All these years I didn’t realize that Billy Joel was telling me stories about myself. I do know that none of the stories about myself involve wearing a suit and no shoes.
RS 11/3/77
Wow, I can’t believe they put one of The Runaways on the cover of Rolling Stone.
Ron Wood Lives It Up, RS 11/3/77
Another Reason to Hate a Hippie (Country Joe McDonald Edition)
In response to an article about the Sex Pistols, we have this nugget of “wisdom” from Country Joe:
“Just what do you mean by ‘the Pistols are more than a little political—by which I do not mean Friends of the Whale’ (American Grandstand, RS 246). I am aware that you do not really understand the “politics” (as you call it) of the Pistols and as for this stupid whale joke you probably do not know what a whale is, much less understand the international implications of a Canadian and American group placing their bodies in front of a forty-pound exploding Russian harpoon in international waters and risking getting their brains blown out. Well, it does not have the bullshit flash appeal of MC5 and their matching new street rods and sparkle jackets, or Iggy Stooge and his Safeway ground-round routines, but it is the essence of true revolution: to build a better world for all living things to be happy together in. Kick out the jams—my ass.”
Country Joe McDonald
Berkley, California
—Correspondence, Love Letters and Advice, RS 11/17/77
