New York Rocker: My Life in the Blank Generation with Blondie, Iggy Pop, and Others, 1974-1981

by Gary Lachman, Gary Valentine

By 1970, the hippie dream of the 60s was dead -- the soundtrack of the revolution had become a multimillion-dollar industry. Glitter tried to save music's soul, but was too commercial to be cutting edge for long. Then, in 1974, a rescue movement arrived. Three chords, black jeans, a pair of shades, and a whole lot of attitude made music that matched the facts of life on its home ground, mid-70's New York City's East Village. The initiators of punk, Richard Hell, Tom Verlaine, and Patti Smith had one foot in nineteenth-century French symbolist poetry and the other in the raw sound of their predecessors such as the Velvet Underground. This first-hand account of a little-documented era features luminaries such as Lou Reed, Iggy Pop, David Bowie, Debbie Harry, Divine, Devo, and the New York Dolls, and tells of the gigs at CBGB hitting the news as Warhol and his glittering crew descended. What began as a unique blend of fin-de-sièe ennui and razor-sharp rock became anarchic frenzy and safety pins, overrun by gutter decadence and stupid-chic. With Malcolm McLaren hijacking the scene's momentum, the Blank Generation plunged into excess and eventual ruin, its survivors making the leap into mainstream.

Genres: Music, Biography, Nonfiction, Punk, New York

276 pages, Paperback

First published February 1, 2002

About the author

Gary Lachman is an American writer and musician. Lachman is best known to readers of mysticism and the occult from the numerous articles and books he has published.

Reviews

[Nigeyb · Rating 4 out of 5]

I heard about New York Rocker: My Life in the Blank Generation with Blondie, Iggy Pop, and Others, 1974-1981 having read "Aleister Crowley: Magick, Rock and Roll, and the Wickedest Man in the World" which was written under Gary Valentine's real name - Gary Lachman - and which I recommend.

I thoroughly enjoyed Gary Valentine's memoir about his time in Blondie, his eye witness account of the nascent New York punk scene, and what happened to him over the next few years, which included playing with his own band, called The Know, and a stint in Iggy Pop's touring band.

Gary Valentine's self-deprecating style, give this memoir the ring of authenticity, including his less than complimentary stories about some of those he encounters. It's also yet another musician memoir that makes me wonder why anyone would want to try to pursue a career in music.

Overall New York Rocker: My Life in the Blank Generation with Blondie, Iggy Pop, and Others, 1974-1981 is an essential read for anyone who is fascinated by the early New York punk scene and, to a lesser extent, the early LA punk scene.

4/5

[Heather · Rating 5 out of 5]

This is the juiciest gossip of the best period in rock n roll ever. Yes, Please Kill Me is nice and From the Velvets to the Voidoids is good, but oh my God, Gary Valentine spills all the beans, he has no one's ass to kiss, and it's a great read! Plus he helped shape the New York punk look, way sexier than in other places. You like punk, you buy this book, yeah? Come on, I want to hear you go "Holy shit!" about the dirt he shares. Remember: Blondie screwed him over - he has nothing to lose by screwing everyone over!

[Ira A. · Rating 4 out of 5]

other than some glaring fact check fails a really 360 degree view of the early days of new wave in nyc london and la.

[Perry Whitford · Rating 3 out of 5]

Like so many from his time and place, Gary Valentine decided he wanted to be a rock star after witnessing the New York Dolls live at their legendary St Valentine's Day Massacre Show in 1974. Clearly not a natural punk, Gary was inspired to wear make-up and take drugs; just not too much of either. Piercings were certainly out.

A sensitive soul accused of rape after his teenage girlfriend became pregnant, Gary left home, lodged with various friends, learnt the bass and through a friendship with Clem Burke ended up joining Blondie just as they were getting their act together.

What's more he actually wrote their first hit, '(I am Always) Touched by Your Presence Dear'. Great song.

His account eads like the tale of the 'straight' in the land of freaks, but it's no less entertaining a read for all that. He never comes across as a committed punk, his narrative may be entirely glib, but amusingly so.

Valentine actually lived with Chris and Debbie for a while. Although he voluntarily left Blondie the first time around, they certainly misused him years later at an aborted reunion. Yet he never really sticks the knife in.

He couldn't resist a couple of digs. He uses inverted commas when referring to Chris as a 'genius,' and draws attention to how fickle Debbie was towards the whole punk aesthetic, using it or losing it expediently.

But Gary's time in skinny ties didn't quite end there. Moving across country to be part of the Pistols-inspired LA punk scene, he played with his own (unsuccessful) band, The Know (terrible name).

It surprised me to learn about the more violent and confrontational nature of the scene in sun-kissed LA compared to the art-enthused one in New York, likening it to 'mob violence to 4/4 beat'. Petsonally I find the heat enervating.

His last concerted taste of rock and roll was also his rawest and most debauched as part of an Iggy Pop touring party in 1981. With Iggy, indulgence was mandatory, so any sex and drugs he missed out on the first time around are more than made up for.

That was a final blow-out for Gary, who went on to become a respected writer on the occult.

If such a thing exists.

[Andrea · Rating 2 out of 5]

This book read like one long bitch session--dude did not have much of anything nice to say about anyone. There were also a few times people's names were misspelled--he spelled Roky Erickson's name with a ck, to cite an example. Irritating. He also makes repeated snide and spiteful comments about Legs McNeil and Patti Smith. Almost everyone else he writes about receives similar treatment. Basically, the author just sounded like an immature, whiny asshole AND the writing sucked too.

[Brian · Rating 3 out of 5]

1) debbie harry luvs pcp
2) chris stein is a jealous toy
3) gary valentine invented skinny ties and sunglasses

[Julian Guerrero · Rating 5 out of 5]

Reading this book is essentially going on a journey through the life of a serious punk rocker who plays and hangs out with the likes of Blondie, Iggy Pop and numerous other characters of the 1970s punk rock scene of New York. Luckily though, the author of this memoir, who used to be a serious punk rocker back in the day, kept his sanity and literate abilities enough to bring us this incredible book. It’s a raw memoir that any avid but also mature punk rock or general music enthusiast should read in order to see what life as a punk rocker in New York was really like during the 1970s.

[Brian · Rating 3 out of 5]

I was really into it until I got sick of him talking about wearing skinny ties every other friggin page. I gave up, tho, when he belittled the New-Romantic British bands as "just a fad." Gee, you mean like punk?

[Andrew Walton · Rating 4 out of 5]

Informative to hear this story from the view behind the front talent during a seminal period in rock music history. Iggy and Bowie stories added bonus.

[Alyssa · Rating 2 out of 5]

Meh.

[jdj · Rating 4 out of 5]

Very entertaining and accessible---one of the better Ive read of the time period and matter.

[Bobby · Rating 4 out of 5]

"New York Rocker" left me hating the original CBGBs cast. everyone seems like a pretentious douche monster. i knew most of the "artists" (Richard Hell, Patti Smith and Television) to all be pompous self important intellectuals but the Blondie drama and Valentine's sexual bragging and glorification of everything he did was kinda nauseating at times. Still it made for a juicy tell all. his taking credit for the new wave/ power pop fashion and sound is so far off it makes the rest of his claims that much more difficult to fully believe. but his solo work and Know output are still awesome pop.

[David Cerda · Rating 3 out of 5]

Interesting perspective from a guy who was there during the NY new wave/punk/whatever you want to call it scene. Gary is a very talented songwriter and smart guy but seems to be telling incomplete stories sometimes. You just get the feeling there were details he may have left out. Worthwhile read for anyone interested in the CBGB's music scene.

[Keith Astbury · Rating 4 out of 5]

New York Rocker: My Life In The Blank Generation is written by former Blondie bassist, Gary Valentine. Well worth a read if you're into the New York punk scene or you want to know what it's like to go on tour with a certain Iggy Pop! x

[John · Rating 3 out of 5]

This was fun. It was a good to see his perspective of what it was like to "be there". Brought back alot of dumb memories. Easy to read and doesnt get into his heavy fascination with the occult.

[Karey · Rating 3 out of 5]

I found the historical aspect interesting but I would have to read a similar biography by the rest of Blondie to really believe his words.

[Jim Jones · Rating 3 out of 5]

A nice balance to Patti Smith's "Just Kids." We get to see the nasty side of Patti in this one!

[Suzanne · Rating 3 out of 5]

As interested in this era as I am, I find myself trying to be interested in what he has to say. There are huge gaps, and lacklustre accounts of what must have been wild times.

[Marcia Denice · Rating 4 out of 5]

Very interesting stories, i couldn't stop laughing. A must read for anyone who is interested in the nyc music scene from the 70s.