ANARCHY IN THE UK by THE SEX PISTOLS Story by Paulie Stewart
This was my music. It sounded like the musical equivalent of Attila The Hun sacking Rome. If punk hadn’t come along I probably would have willed it to appear anyway.
HOLIDAYS IN THE SUN BY THE SEX PISTOLS Story by Maria Majsa
Maria Majsa Back bedroom, Pakuranga, Auckland 1978 I held the popsicle to my left ear while my brother stabbed away at my right. It was a warm day and I could feel the popsicle oozing down my neck. Blood and raspberry, an indistinguishable mess.