From Psychotic Reactions and Carburetor Dung
From the Cloud of Lester Bangs
Marsh-
You know that jive about “If there’s a rock and roll heaven, they must have a hell of a band”? Don’t believe it, pal.
All the talent went straight to Hell. All of it. The big acts up here are Jim Croce, Karen Carpenter, Cass Elliot, and- especially-Bobby Bloom! It’s a nightmare! If I have to hear that fucking “Montego Bay” even one more time, I may kill mysel…(ah, shit, keep forgetting).
Anyway, I apply for admission to Hell every six months but they keep turning me down, claiming-dig this: I’m too good hearted! Write ‘em and set ‘em straight, willya? Tell them just what an asshole I can be when I feel like it, Tell Uhelski to do the same. And Marcus. (By the way, make him cognizant how much I appreciate his wading through all my old writhing (with the “h”)
Met God when I first got here. I asked him why. You know, 33 and all. All he said was “M.T.V.” He didn’t want me to experience it, whatever the fuck it is.
Gotta run. Literally. Another herd of hoary Harp hacks heading here. Playing Zep’s “Stairway” of course. Fucking national anthem in this burg. Can’t believe nobody here is hip to the Elgins.
Take it from me, Dave. Heaven was Detroit, Michigan. Who woulda thunk it?
Eternally yours,
Bangs
Marsh-
You know that jive about “If there’s a rock and roll heaven, they must have a hell of a band”? Don’t believe it, pal.
All the talent went straight to Hell. All of it. The big acts up here are Jim Croce, Karen Carpenter, Cass Elliot, and- especially-Bobby Bloom! It’s a nightmare! If I have to hear that fucking “Montego Bay” even one more time, I may kill mysel…(ah, shit, keep forgetting).
Anyway, I apply for admission to Hell every six months but they keep turning me down, claiming-dig this: I’m too good hearted! Write ‘em and set ‘em straight, willya? Tell them just what an asshole I can be when I feel like it, Tell Uhelski to do the same. And Marcus. (By the way, make him cognizant how much I appreciate his wading through all my old writhing (with the “h”)
Met God when I first got here. I asked him why. You know, 33 and all. All he said was “M.T.V.” He didn’t want me to experience it, whatever the fuck it is.
Gotta run. Literally. Another herd of hoary Harp hacks heading here. Playing Zep’s “Stairway” of course. Fucking national anthem in this burg. Can’t believe nobody here is hip to the Elgins.
Take it from me, Dave. Heaven was Detroit, Michigan. Who woulda thunk it?
Eternally yours,
Bangs