"'They laughed in the face of stardom,' says their A and R guy at Sire, 'yet got really pissed off if you didn't treat them like a star.' As the divine nobody tasked with holding it all together, Westerberg appeared to be splitting at the seams. He was a fuck-up; he was a striver. He was the sensitive one; he was the asshole who drove the lighting guy to tears. Jim Walsh, the compiler of All Over but the Shouting, describes a bootleg video of the 'Mats playing 'Bastards of Young,' their own blank generation anthem, at a speedway arena. At the end of the song, Westerberg says either 'I love you' or 'Fuck you,' you can't tell which. Exactly."
Stephen Metcalf in Slate praises the Replacements.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment