Chuck Berry can’t even mend you up. You doin’ a pantomime in the eye of a hurricane. Ain’t even got the sense to signal for help. You lost the barrelhouse, you lost the honkey-tonk. You lost your feelings in a suburban country club the first time they ask you to play “Risin’ River Blues” for the debutante ball. You ripped your own self off and now all you got is yo’ poison to call yo’ gift. You a punk chump with a sequin nose and you’ll need more’n a Les Paul Gibson to bring you home.
— Sam Shepard, The Tooth of Crime
Sam Shepard and Patti Smith photo by Gerard Malanga

Chuck Berry can’t even mend you up. You doin’ a pantomime in the eye of a hurricane. Ain’t even got the sense to signal for help. You lost the barrelhouse, you lost the honkey-tonk. You lost your feelings in a suburban country club the first time they ask you to play “Risin’ River Blues” for the debutante ball. You ripped your own self off and now all you got is yo’ poison to call yo’ gift. You a punk chump with a sequin nose and you’ll need more’n a Les Paul Gibson to bring you home.

— Sam Shepard, The Tooth of Crime

Sam Shepard and Patti Smith photo by Gerard Malanga

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