I don't know that "punk legend" is a title one gets
to carry to the grave like Senator or seRiAL kiLLeR.
And if you really want to bear that burden, surely the requirements of the job do not entail being expansively
baNal as you brew up a caulDroN of nosTalgiC aMbroSia.
The true TRANSGRESSOIDs do not meander about aimlessly in their pajamas evening long forGoTTen scOres with
obSeSSivE faNatiCs masqueradinG as "rock critics"
The bitterness that extends from not having a bankable
caRReeR on which you could pad your IRA should not be
projected on a spieces as odious and irrelevant as shamanesque posers as anal retentive as Christgau's ilk
You were always critic proof
Don't kick them now wHen your "personna" relied on igNoRiNg thEm.
Wasn't it YOU that frequently had to be drugged to the venues to ply your wares?
AND WHAT THE hell WAS THAT SHIT ABOUT THE BOOK IS MORE
MILES DAVIS AND THE ROLLING STONES THAN IGGY GOLF
AND LOU REED?
Do you wanna be a rock critic when you grow up?
Or didn't you get the memo:
We are slogging thru a POST Ironic AgE.