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390 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2011
“You can’t make them unhappen. You can’t just leave them behind, because once they’ve happened, they’re part of you, part of your past, and their memories become part of your present, and their consequences become part of your future.
Things that happen become you.
And you can never leave yourself behind.”
“It was called ‘Heaven Hill’. It started off quietly, with Curtis singing sorrowfully over a single haunting guitar line, and gradually it built up into a swirling echo of bittersweet harmonies over a mesmerizing heartbeat of throbbing bass and drums. Again, I’d never heard anything like it before, and if someone had asked me what kind of music it was, I wouldn’t have known what to say.
It was, quite simply, unforgettable.”
“My heart was born in the long hot summer of 1976; my life was made, my love was sealed, my soul was lost and broken. It was the summer of so many things – heat and violence, love and hate, dreams and nightmares, heaven and hell- and when I look back on it now, it’s hard to tell the good from the bad.
It was all good and bad.
Altogether, all at once.
It was everything.”
“The sound was electrifying, stunning, the crash of chords ripping through the air like a thunderous shot of adrenalin, and when I started playing […] and the stage erupted in a blaze of lights, it all felt so good that I thought for a moment my heart was going to explode. The sound was almost too good to believe. We were so loud, so fast, so tight…. We were so there.. .it was incredible.”
“The shop was called Sex, and over the years it came to be known as the birthplace of the sex pistols. When Curtis first took me there, in August 1975, it already had a growing reputation as the place to be. It was owned and run by Malcolm McClaren and Vivienne Westwood.”
“I bought most of my clothes from jumble sales and charity shops, and – as far as I remember- my hair at the time was a failed attempt at a Suzi Quatro-style layered cut, which might not have looked all that bad if I hadn’t recently attacked it myself with a pair of blunt scissors… an exercise that resulted in me resembling a slightly deranged medieval waif.”
“It made me feel how I was supposed to feel at my age.
Excited and stupid…
But stupid in a good way.”
"William Bonney - the boy from Belfast known as Billy the Kid..."


