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.