When you think about prescient movies that fortell the future, you tend to think of Blade Runner or 2001: A Space Odyssey, not necessarily The Great Rock And Roll Swindle. Let's hope they used the butter to lubricate the orifice they inserted Johnny Rotten's cash into.
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First of all, I would like to point out that I live in Las Vegas and occasionally work the film/television industry. Needless to say, I have met a lot of celebrities in my time here.
Last year I had the dream opportunity of a lifetime when I got a chance to work with Johnny Rotten aka John Lydon on the set of "Bodog's Battle of the Bands". I found him to be sweet, funny and charming. He is also the most genuine and honest PERSON that I have ever met.
It is a rare thing to be able to meet one of your heroes face to face.
It is quite another thing to still remain a fan after having the opportunity to meet your hero.
Johnny delivers in all areas and serves as an inspiration for one to follow one's own, individual path of creativity instead of following the crowd.
Ok guys, I get it!
You refuse to print my testimony of what it was like to actually work with Johnny Rotten on the set because it was a favorable review of the man!
I guess in order to print feedback on your site, it must fit neatly into your mean-spirited, dismal, tiny, negative view.
What can I say?
I've worked with a lot of celebrities, pseudo-celebrities, tabloid trash and wannabees in Las Vegas.
John Lydon is a GENUINE person.
You can smear him all you want.
He was the coolest celeb I've ever met.
Piss off,
Laura
or, alternatively, you could just register like everyone else so your comments wouldn't be held in moderation until I FINISH MY DINNER. Sheesh.
Thank you for posting my favorable comments about John Lydon.
I hastily misjudged you, Mr. Scaramouch, and I apologize for my error.
As a long time fan, I was defensive that the press gives him such a hard time and doesn't report the nice things he does. I overreacted at the stupid diaper comment. But so what? All of us are getting older - like it or not! And I will be jamming to Sex Pistols music when I am in the nursing home with my walker!
If most people on television are only allowed 15 minutes of fame, then an anti-band of drunken, rebellious teenagers with a "do it yourself" attitude catapulted their career in the '70's by swearing on live television on a tired, British show with a woefully out of touch, (also drunken) host, Bill Grundy. From that day on, it was sheer pandemonium reported in the headlines wherever they went, as The Sex Pistols became solidified in history as the forerunners of the Punk Rock movment. (Or one could argue it was The Ramones...)
I guess you can love him or hate him, but I found John Lydon to be the most genuine person, depite his Punk Rock Star image when I encountered him last year at Bodog's Battle of the Bands. I found myself standing in front of the lead singer of my All-Time-Fav band, THE SEX PISTOLS!!! I was literally shaking as my husband slowly coaxed me in Johnny's direction with a cell phone camera in hand to record MY BIG MOMENT. I was this shaking, tongue-tied dork, but he was so nice and patient with me - even telling jokes to put me at ease! As a judge, I heard him persuade to one of the contestant bands whose member was sporting a Sex Pistols t-shirt to “do your own thing, not copy others” and “follow your own path.” I also heard John Lydon say “give money to poor people.”
Yeah, I know Johnny Rotten is pitching butter at me.
But isn't his commercial hilarious? I would rather watch a million Johnny Rotten commercials any day over any tabloid reports about Britney Spears.
Every interview, every concert, every show (even a Judge Judy Episode!) featuring John Lydon has always been refreshing and hilarious to me because he always has this in-yer-face, telling it like it is, man speaking his mind manner that simply isn't done on television! Saying what you really think? SHOCKING! Practically unheard of in this day and age! Not without my prepared statement provided by my publicist!
GOD SAVE THE SEX PISTOLS!!!
THEY FORCED ME TO THINK, CREATE AND LAUGH!!!
(and it wasn't even supposed to get that far)
Did someone order a Mc Bitch with cheese?
Laura - Anyone that shows so much enthusiasm in defending their favorite artist deserves some respect. In fact, you are such a fan that I think you may have been channelling Johnny in your second post above. Props to you.
I remember doing an oral report on CBGB's back in high school. As I recall, the Sex Pistols would play there from time to time in the late 70's. Cool place. Does anyone from NY know if they brought, or plan to bring, that place back to life?
This message is for Tim:
Tim, thank you for your kind words.
I'm not afraid to apologize when I've made a mistake.
And although I am a huge fan of The Sex Pistols, I cannot deny that there is a good argument about who deserves credit for starting the Punk Rock movement in music. Certainly Malcolm McClaren paid a visit to New York months before he started his anti-band of kids to promote his “Sex” clothing store in London. In fact when I was first able to scrounge enough money together, I paid a visit...er.. pilgrimmage really,... to what is left of the store now known as Vivienne Westwood's World's End. It is a small shop full of her designer threads that has been sanitized for your protection with a fresh coat of paint, but I stood there just the same with my eyes closed and tried to ...sigh! Imagine a young Sid Vicious and Johnny Rotten amongst the rubber wear with their instruments. I was a shy Swedish girl from Montana, but here I was at SEX 430 King's Road London!!!! While in London, be sure to visit the corner of Royal Avenue & King's Road to “...have your prescription filled..”at what used to be The Chelsea Drug Store where Steve Jones used to ”nick” items and it also served as the record store for the film, Clockwork Orange!
Getting back to The Ramones...why they're fantastic!
In fact, the first person I called while I was standing next to Johnny Rotten was my friend...I'll call her Riff Randle. I made Riff tell her story over and over again about how she ran into The Ramones eating at a local McDonald's after the concert and they told her to ”Fuck Off!”
Is that cool or what?
CBGB's was supposed to be dismantled and brought to the New York Casino here in Las Vegas, but that story seems to have disappeared, and wonder if it will ever take place??? No one seems to know.
Do what you want to do in life, Tim.
But be passionate about it and study what you love - no matter how silly it may seem to others.
My Sex Pistols ticket stubs and photo with Johnny mean more to me than that college diploma which hangs on my wall.
Set small goals for yourself and one day you just may surprise yourself.
PISS OFF!
FUCK OFF!
Love,
Laura