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.

alternate ending.

there was a time when i was slightly embarrassed to mark pete doherty as one of my heroes. biggest rock star in the uk, yet belly broke? constantly shooting drugs yet as lucid as if he'd been chewing flinstones vitamins? a menace II society, bashing about albion in margaret thatcher-era jaguars, perpetually under arrest? going to rehab like most people go to safeway? this is your hero kasai? jesus.
(scornful looks and scoffing ensue)

exactly.

look at what the last few months have brought for the kid and you'll know who's got the last laugh you squares.

hell, there was a time when even pete-o-philes like myself thought he would be strung out and dead at the crime scene by now, particularly after the whole blood painting scenario. but i guess that's the thing about expectations. just prospecting. like playing the lotto. can't count us out, can't keep us down!

shine on you tiny diamond!

Betta Late Than Nevah Mate.

i consider myself a devout atheist, an out and out denier of all things supernatural. but this has got me wondering. something i thought to be wholly impossible goes and happens. and i believe that that, my friends, is synonymous with a miracle.

the chemistry of these two legendaires (and the gloriousness of their art) is indelible, and though we can't possibly foresee what's going to come of this reunion, let's just float on our backs and bask in the glow a bit, eh?

kinda like the way pete is basking in that first picture. feeling all safe and warm in carl's loving embrace of forgiveness. truly what the game's been missing.

epilogue.
if you don't know who these two are, hang yourself. or ask me. then hang yourself.