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The Summer of Hate 3: Johnny Deluxe

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The summers of 1976 and 1977 were so goddamn hot, which made the winters seem all the more cold. I was boiling in 77. I was ripe to explode. All of the facades seemed to be crumbling, and it was as if we had x-ray eyes. The speed of life had been pushed into overdrive, and I knew I would never be the same. The jolliness was vanishing, the weak acceptance was being pushed aside, by thought, by ideas, and ultimately a desire to action said ideas. Finally, the British were waking again. The indolent slumber of a tired nation was being woken up with a giant kick up the arse. Out of the mouths of babes, as they say. I wanted to be a part of something I knew could be quite dangerous to me, could ultimately go badly wrong, but that if I just had the faith, the mettle and passion, would do me nothing but good. I met so many people just like me, who gave me strength, and together we moved forward. This still continues today, and may I say, dog bless it, everyone.

[Picture: Johnny Deluxe with his great aunt Alice Clowes, early 1978.]

Read our interview with Johnny Deluxe and see how he celebrated the 30th anniversary of the Pistols’ boat trip.

Previous episodes: The Summer of Hate 1. The Summer of Hate 2.

First posted: Thursday, June 21st, 2007.

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