John Lydon:
Q Magazine, November 2001
© 2001 Q Magazine
The Q Awards 2001
"SPEECH!"
Shut
up! I've got a few words for you.
Hello! This is the working class of England - I am one of them.
And all you posh bastards
out there, too busy doing your fucking imitations, know where it comes
from. [Points to screen behind him] The real deal. Me.
I want to say thank you to my family and friends. Stand up and let them
know what a real Arsenal looks like!...
Johnny bettah win one?... Eh, Johnny win one!
Who wants it? Cos, come on, it don't mean much to me...
[Off microphone to heckler]
Eh? You're a wanker. [Pointing at Keith Allen]
You didn't do the 100 Club press conference. You turd! Boo!
One person I would like to say hello to is Kate Bush - I love you, your
music is fucking brilliant.
You know what, Kate we are
worthy! That's enough from me.
Now let's get pissed.
Peace off...
John Lydon
interview:
The dirty rotten scoundrel
How are
you and what are you on?
I'm fine, thank you, for this time of the year, and I'm sucking on a sweet
lemonade at the moment.
Why the arrival on a rag-and-bone cart?
My roots. He [pointing at his dad] is Steptoe, and I'm the son. All these
arseholes who turn up in their limos - don't they know that's fucking
jaded? They look like some heavy metal band. They might as well have Spandex
on and long blonde wigs.
Have you won anything before?
I've never won anything, mate - I was brought up the hard way |Lydon's
wife, Nora, reminds him of an award given to Public image Limited] Shut
up! [Confessionally] When I first started Public Image, I won Most Promising
Act. I was furious, cos the word "act" is not in my repertoire.
I don't act. It implies phoniness. And thats the trouble with the music
industry. All these empty, hollow horseheads - it's not tolerable anymore.
Is that worse now than it was 20 years ago?
Come back Milli Vanilli, all is forgiven. lt's just a load of coathangers,
innit? l don't mind it when it stays in a pop genre for young kids, but
it doesn't. lt's taking over The way that rap is so bland and mass produced.
There's no voice of the ghetto.
There used to be...
Yeah. It's like there used to be in punk until Subway Sect joined in.
Do you recognise any of the latter-day American punks as worthy flag-bearers?
Of course not. That's my time - where's yours? Why are you imitating my
youth? I had to earn my wings.These punk hairdos - I had to fight many
a street battle to survive. This did not come easy. This is hardcore shit.
[Pointing in direction of Rick McMurray from Ash] There are people here
with those hairdos and spectacles. It's ludicrous.
Do you see anyone out there who's true to your kind of principles?
I saw a vibrator in a shop window in Soho recently that I thought might
inspire me a few extra yards.
Do you recognise Liam Gallagher as your spiritual offspring?
Nah. I don't acknowledge any of my children. That's what makes them hard.
Do I rate his singing style? Well, it sounds awfully familiar, so I reckon
I like it.
What's happened to your American TV show?
They pulled it off the air it got excellent ratings, but they took it
off after I did the Democratic Convention. It was just too fucking full
on. I know politics, but I bring it down to the level of, "Hello,
we're all real people here. Stop talking posh words." The best English
is simple English. Plain speaking. If you don't know what you're talking
about, you're going to gobbledygook yourself up. And you end up sounding
like Malcolm McLaren. A dithery politician. With rubbish metaphors.
There were a couple of speeches here today that really worried me.
Bono [pronounced Bone-o] was more twaddly than usual, but with less
content. Someone must have told him to lay off the charities, and
that left him empty-headed. Cos let's face it - Bono without a charity
is Bozo. And the guy with a condom on his head [Brian Eno] that said
the only victims of the war so far are Afghan refugees. Well, hello
- the World Trade Centre glares alarmingly at me. And I don't appreciate
death of any kind.
What's your opinion
of the War On Terrorism?
I'm anti-terrorist and I'm anti-stupidity Bombing tents with million-dollar
weapons doesn't show a great deal of suss. And to pick a battle before
the Afghan winter is [rolls eyes] really naive. The only troops who are
prepared to deal with that are the SAS, who train in Snowdonia. There
isn't a Yank alive who can deal with that kind of battle.
Where were you on 11 September?
[Smirking] I was with my cousin, Bin Lydon.
What do you make of George W Bush?
I dunno - I'd like to stick him a double. Handsome chap, isn't he? I
love the Brillo pad hairdo. Fucking hell, I'd love to scrub my frying
pan with that. He's not the smartest bloke in the world, but I believe
he has a good heart. The trouble is, a good heart and an empty head don't
make for good leadership. All this stuff about "the evil-doers, the bad
guys". It's all terribly John Wayne, isn't it? They've got to stop
living in the movies.
Are you a happy American resident?
Very. It's a fantastic country. They're mad, but they have a great openness
to new things, which you don't get in England any more. Here, everything
new is hated and resented. You're happy with that scratchy toilet paper?
I'm sorry, I like a bit of aloe vera on my bum now. If that's spoilt,
well yeah I've gone upmarket. Come visit!
Is Blair's Britain preferable to the place you left in the'80s?
It's about the same for me. When people like Liam Gallagher get caught
with drugs on them, they're let off with a warning - but my misdemeanours
30 years back still haven't been taken off the record. And that buggers
up my visas and anything else you care to mention. My only crime in life
is - what?-amphetamine sulphate. For fucks sake! That's a mediocre version
of Viagra, isn't it? And the way they cut it up in London at the moment,
it might as well be Valium.
Are you speaking from recent experience?
[Craftily] No, I read a book about it.
When
did you last walk around Finsbury Park?
You don't walk around Finsbury Park -you run. That is one tough hellhole.
Except now, it's turning into Arabia. Nothing wrong with that. We could
do with a few of the Hezbollah at Highbury.
Why did you burn Sid Vicious's suicide note on American TV?
Because that's what Sid would have liked. That's not disrespect- Sid's
my fucking friend. A suicide note - he'd have realised that was corny
and the idea that it'd be worth money to someone? This is embarrassing
shit. Some collector who knows nothing about either of us having that
in his drawing room? It's terrible. We didn't do this shit so wealthy
people could collect our underwear
Do you feel the same way about the trade in Jamie Reid artwork?
I don't know what Jamie's turning himself into, but it was good talking
to him about a month ago. It's important we settle a few issues among
all of ourselves. When it's all boiled down, Jamie was responsible for
the artwork. I'm the man with the voice and the Iyrics, Steve's the guitar
hero, PauI did the drums. And I think Glen was around. No, Glen was great
at the start. That's why, when we did the reunion, Glen had to be in
it. But he's still got some kind of hatred for me cos I mentioned the
sandwich Steve wanked in. It's probably all a glorious lie, but it's
delivered deliciously in the telling. We all pissed in each others pillows.
That s what you do when you're in a band. You're so close, the resentments
are incredible. But so are the lovey-dovey moments. [wistfully] It's
a higher union than marriage. Your life is in your compatriots' pockets.
Did you have lovey-dovey moments with Glen?
Of course not. I take it all back. He reminds me too much of Paul McCartney
Actually, if anyone was going to give me this award tonight, I wanted
it to be McCartney I've never liked his aspect of The Beatles, but I've
met him a few times and I really like the bloke. lt's not his fault that
my mum and dad endlessly played Beatles records to me, to the point that
it poisoned my opinion. But McCartney's a genuine bloke. He doesn't present
himself too well on TV- he comes over too dopey. But he's much better
when the cameras are off. We trade tapes. I like Elton John, too. What
a bang-on bloke.
Apparently you have plans for the 25th anniversary of 1977?
I don't know what you're talking about. If you mean Virgin are going
to endlessly re-release old product... what's new about that? They do
it every fucking year, but there's a nice coincidence this time around.
It ain't no big deal unless I make it so.
You're obviously quite a fan of Kate Bush.
Kate Bush is a true original. It's not nice that she's been imitated
-Torrid Aimless, sorry Tori Amos. But Kate Bush is a genuine talent.
She went through the same shit I did when she started: "Oh, that's not singing".
Who the fuck wrote the rules about music? Why follow this slavish idiocy?
Actually, that was the difference between me and Glen Matlock. He thought
music ended when Chuck Berry declared that rock n roll was four to the
bar. For me, it's 22 of my mates at the bar.
Your speech suggested you've got rather a dim view of modern rock music.
It's lost its roots. It's not folk music, which is what it was supposed
to be. It's now fake music. Do you care? Not at the moment. The drugs
are kicking in. [Eyes wife lustily] The Viagra...
JOHN'S
NOT MAD
Maybe he's got Tourette's syndrome
John
Lydon Rant #1
"Oh wonderful! Bloody wonderful! You were boring then and you're
fucking boring now!"
During the opening of Elvis Costello's performance
John Lydon Rant #2
"Nice of you to have made the fucking effort and dressed up for
the occasion "
To Starsailor
John Lydon
Rant #3
"Oh my God. it's twins! Teletubbies"
On seeing Johnny Vegas join Phil Jupitus
John Lydon Rant #4
"Fuck off you wanker! You've sprayed beer over my fucking shoes
you clumsy cunt! What the fuck do you think you're doing? Fuck off"
To unfortunate Q photographer
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