Shit, they’ll roll you in a minute, knock you in the head and take every goddam cent you have.”
“I know this Derby crowd, I come here every year, and let me tell you one thing I’ve learned - this is no town to be giving people the impression you’re some kind of faggot. “Look.” He tapped me on the arm to make sure I was listening. “Okay, a double Old Fitz on ice.” Jimbo nodded his approval. Yeah, what are you drinkin?” I ordered a Margarita with ice, but he wouldn’t hear of it: “Naw, naw … what the hell kind of drink is that for Kentucky Derby time? What’s wrong with you, boy?” He grinned and winked at the bartender.
“I’m ready for anything, by God! Anything at all.
In the air-conditioned lounge I met a man from Houston who said his name was something or other - “but just call me Jimbo” - and he was here to get it on. Inside, people hugged each other and shook hands … big grins and a whoop here and there: “By God! You old bastard! Good to see you, boy! Damn good … and I mean it!” The air was thick and hot, like wandering into a steam bath. sheds welcome light on that short period of great music and spasmodic cultural change.I got off the plane around midnight and no one spoke as I crossed the dark runway to the terminal.
'A pavement philosopher whose Dickensian roots blossom with Joycean color. Malcolm McClaren, Sid Vicious, Chrissie Hynde, Billy Idol, the Britain of the late '70s, the Pistols' creation and collapse – all are here, as one of punk's foremost protagonists brings us perhaps the best book ever written about youth culture. More than just a music book, Rotten is a history of punk: angry, witty, poignant and crackling with energy. In Rotten: No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs, John Lydon (aka Rotten) looks back at himself, the Pistols and the 'no future' disaffection of their time.
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