Do you realise that these days the careers of rock's key people are con trolled by the fantasies of their wives: Lennon, McCartney, Dylan, Bowie, Bolan, Jagger now I guess. What's wrong with wives isn't their cosiness (Angie and Bianca and Linda and the rest of them are all bone) but their love light, the glint in their eyes. They stand by their men, and exclusively. Don't let anyone touch. No gropies, no groupies, no mates. Bobby can't come out to play and we must stay in our places this side of the lights - to be hectored (Lennon), dazzled (Bowie), played on (Bolan), despised (McCartney), conned (Dylan). I don't like being treated this way and I don't know what these stars and their women are so smug about. Rock's about what we do to them, not what they do to us; without the flair of his fans a rock star flounders, style without content, a athetic fallacv.

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