Baby Won't You Take Me To Albion Glade?

timemachine hipped me to this vid of a young, pre-Libertines Pete Doherty queueing up for the "new" Oasis album. basically the fledgling poet turning the MTV ethos on its head, long before "Kate-gate," blood paintings, or vintage Jaguars. fucking blowing the micman's mind with his lyrical wisdom. lest you forgot that the man is a fucking poet. emaciated, troubled, and drug-addicted, but still a poet. i don't know about you, but that's how i prefer my artists.

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