But it was murderously cruel and tortuous, mostly because I thought inside it must be my fault. I must have done something wrong. Lydon met the love of his life in the early days of The Sex Pistols : the publishing magnate Nora Forster, who was fifteen years the singer's senior.
The pair married in while Lydon was in his mid-twenties, according to Yahoo Entertainment , becoming the adoptive father of Nora's two children, including the teenage Arianna who, under the name Ari Up, formed the influential punk group The Slits.
She died of cancer in , age In , the couple had a brush with death when they narrowly avoided becoming victims of the Lockerbie bombing. The near-miss made Lydon more conscious and attached to Nora and her safety than ever.
While in Australia as a contestant on I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here! Today, John Lydon is Nora Forster is 78 and, Lydon tells the Guardian , suffering from Alzheimer's disease.
As a child, he belonged to a local gang of neighborhood children and would often end up in fights with other groups,. He would poo in his pants. He was too scared to ask the teacher to leave the class. The treatment he administered by the nurses involved drawing fluid out of his spine with a needle. He got his first job at the age of 10 as a minicab dispatcher for one year as the family was going through financial difficulty. He was kicked out of school at the age of fourteen after a run-in with a teacher and went to attend Hacky collage.
Lydon married Nora Forrester, a publishing heiress from Germany in He became an American citizen in in addition to his British and Irish citizenship. He stated that he never had any godlike epiphanies or thought that God had anything to do with this dismal occurrence called life.
He is also a visual artist his drawing, paintings, and other related works have featured prominently in the works of Pil and his solo career throughout the years. Being born on 31st January , Johnny Rotten is 65 years old as of 21st October His height is 1. He described his book as a real look into the reality of life. All the people listed in the book were actually there, and this book is not only my point of view, but it is theirs too.
You get nothing. You start off in school and they take your soul away. They take your brains away. You're not allowed to have an opinion that differs from theirs. So when you leave school, your only future is getting married The whole Bill Grundy incident was lovely. It was heaven. He ruined his own career. It wasn't me.
Yes, with a vengeance, but we share a common cause, and that's your money. Asked whether The Sex Pistols, about to commence their "Filthy Lucre" reunion tour, still hated each other. Asked if he considered himself to be in the punk movement of the 70's: I would say that would be a hindsight statement. No, at the time it wasn't big at all, it was very small. The day the Sex Pistols ceased to exist was the day they became important and relevant.
It wasn't working. They wanted to turn us into the Rolling Stones and I didn't want that. We love our beer bellies, and you're gonna, too. It costs a lot to go out on tour, there are a lot of wages to pay, so if Country Life want to pay me to be in their adverts I will be there. I don't know what people find so wrong about me selling British products, to me it would seem to be a good thing.
The one thing I have never done and never will do is sell out. I have no idea why, but the music industry seems intent in keeping me poor. They seem to enjoy investing in mediocrity and getting fat on profits from bands who are disposable. I can't allow it to stifle me. I know there are still people out there who want to hear the music I make. What I do is poetry in motion and it's completely original, which is a very rare thing these days.
Everyone has had a piece of us from Radiohead to Massive Attack , but in the music business it seems to be a case of first come, least served. The only place I have ever felt truly comfortable is on stage. I still get the nerves and the doubts beforehand, but on stage I feel that's my home.
Music can describe emotions far more accurately than words ever can. As soon as I realised that, I knew music was where I wanted to be. I thought then, well, I hope it works out for you, but me, I'm more than happy to get old. She's a wonderful, wonderful woman, stunningly innovative and creative. One of our finest. On Kate Bush. I lost Sid, my best and dearest friend, to heroin, and it's not nice.
You've got to get away from drugs as escapism. There's nothing you need to run away from yourself as a human being. Quite the opposite. Learn to love thyself and all will be fine. I've got no idea what happened to dear old Keith Keith Levene. What a waste of talent. He used to be a great guitarist. But he made the mistake of over-grandiosing his own position in PiL, and then he complicated his life with various substances.
And he ended up doing fuck all. Which is a shame, because there'd be no U2 without Keith's guitar style. Anyone who took that seriously needs a new head. I just hated the assumption that they were holier than God and you couldn't give them a knock. I'm getting a bit short-sighted now, so I just file everything according to colour, and pick up random CDs. Oh, and Mozart. Always Mozart.
That crept into me from the soundtrack to that wonderful film, Barry Lyndon Some elements of country music annoy me, so you won't find much of that. Same with New Orleans trad jazz, those silly banjos and soprano saxes really bug me. It sounds like a French traffic jam.
Otherwise, anything goes. I'd give it all up in a flying fart second if I wanted to. But I'm only doing this because I love it. I'm now 51, and I feel quite happy about that.
And if you don't, then fuck off, 'cos this is my life, mate, not yours. Every time I meet Pete I tell him the same thing: "Aren't you sorry you said that?
There was no vicious undertone in us, no nasty edge. And certainly none of the deadpan, dreary political opinions like The Clash wallowed in. We lived in the real world. We actually did come from council flats. We knew the consequences of socialism. You can't all be fabulously out-there experimenters - you need someone who is a good structuralist to build these ideas into a solid foundation.
You need a rock to build your church on. When I first started, we assumed you couldn't go anywhere unless you had a label. But now, if you're successful at live gigs, you can make things yourselves, and present them uncontaminated. He used as his point of reference - of all the people on this earth - Joe Strummer! That guttural singer from The Clash? What the fuck did he know about Sid and Nancy? That's probably all he could find, which was really scraping the bottom of the barrel.
The only time Alex Cox made any approach toward me was when he sent the chap who was playing me over to New York where I was. This actor told me he wanted to talk about the script.
During the two days he was there, he told me that the film had already been completed. The whole thing was a sham. It was a ploy to get my name used in connection with the film, in order to support it. To me this movie is the lowest form of life. I honestly believe that it celebrates heroin addiction. It definitely glorifies it at the end when that stupid taxi drives off into the sky.
That's such nonsense.
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