so malcolm mclaren passed away today. press reports recount how he swindled so many of his musical underlings and the trail of bad vibes he left behind. but me, i'm a fan.
several years ago, he followed up the opera-infused album, fans, with the glorious waltz darling. the week it came out, i dragged visiting friends from utah up to encinitas, to shop at lou's records.
at lou's, i found the CD; on the way home, i popped the disc into my discman (a portable CD player one could use in one's car, before car sound systems had CD players as a standard feature). a couple of tracks in, i was going on and on about how much i liked the album...to which utah scott replied, "yeah, if you like that sort of thing."
whutevs, scott.
years later, mclaren put out paris, another hit for me, panned by pretty much everyone in the music press. the few releases that came after paris didn't really engage me, and i lost track of what he'd been up to. still...sorry to hear he's gone. fans always wonder if there's one more great release pending within their idol's brain / heart. i knew mclaren would find his. now, i guess he didn't.
i wonder what adam ant will have to say about this?
something's jumping in my shirt, malcolm mclaren
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