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ELVIS DIED FOR SOMEBODYS SINS BUT NOT MINE

9781900486927 Uitgeverij Headpress Engels
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"You cannot believe a word Mick Farren tells you" - John LydonThat he has survived so long may well be a miracle. Mick Farren has spent more than four decades in the thick of the culture wars as a commentator, activist, essayist, poet, performer, and rebel with multiple causes. Being a founding figure in the 1960s underground press, who was forced to defend his work at The Old Bailey, might well be sufficient laurels on which to rest, but, instead, he careered on through the London birth pangs of punk, the intoxicated madness of Lower Manhattan under Ronald Reagan, earthquakes and urban insurrection in Los Angeles. He has written for IT, Oz, NME, The Village Voice, The Los Angeles Times, and countless other publications great and small. And as if that wasn't enough, Farren has also taken time out to publish some two dozen sci-fi/psychedelic/Gothic novels and create an entire catalogue of rock'n'roll songs, not only for his own band The Deviants but also for Hawkwind, The Pink Fairies, Motorhead, and Metallica. Back home in England, part of his time has been spent assembling this sample volume of his provocative and at times quite alarming body of work."Within these pages you'll meet the likes of Frank Zappa, Johnny Cash, Chuck Berry and Gore Vidal, and steam open correspondence between the author and Pete Townshend. And, much more importantly, you're about to go one-on-one with a world-class raconteur... Sounds like a good time to me. If this kind of mess-around seems like your cup of meat, then prepare your relaxant of choice, kick back and dig in. The greasy 'oodlums are at your door." Charles Shaar Murray, from his Foreword.

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