BE THERE AT YER SNARLIEST: Joe Stevens Remembers the Sex Pistols, December 19th

“THATS WHAT IM CALLING THIS SHEW THAT AM PRESENTING AT THE PRESS ROOM,77 DANIEL ST,PORTSMOUTH,N.H.DEC.19th(FRIDAY  7  PM)

IF XMAS FESTIVITYS HAVE CAUSED THOSE WHO ARE GRINDING THIER TEETH TO SEEK AN OUTLET.HERES JUST THE THING!  PUNK OUT ! THERE WILL BE A BAND,BOOZE,AND MAYBE SOME POGOEING, TO DIGITALLY  PR0JECTED IMAGES OF THE SEX PISTOLS  TAKEN AROUND THE WORLD IN ALL THIER RIOTOUS , CHAOTIC, GLORY.WITH THIS PHOTOGRAPHER YACKING AWAY-AS I HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO DO-DESCRIBING THE BAD BEHAVIOR,WILD OUTFITS,AND THE INSIDE SCUTTLEBUT INVOLVING SID VICIOUS AND BAND MATE JOHNNY ROTTEN.NOT TO MENTION SOME BRIT OBSCENITYS.

FIND THOSE THRIFT SHOP THREADS -BAD CLAUSE”

So says Joe Stevens, a born raconteur raconteuring about the youthful bad, as in Government toppingly bad, boys of rock and roll and their days of which Stevens was a major chronicler, friend, and all around go to guy. The Sex Pistols weren’t merely a musical movememnt, they were also a visully arresting work of modern pop propaganda: you had to see them to believe them and if any one can take you there, Stevens absolutely could.

At the time, punk felt like the most incredible thing that had ever ever happened, it took the world, it took the entire rock world of the UK, cpsized it, and the US followed even though neither the Sex Pistols nor punk rock had the blindest chance of maintaining it.

Relive those days if you are lucky enough to live in Portsmouth.