"From strange deaths to blood transfusions and dubious fish-related practices, it's time to debunk the tallest tales," Graeme Thomson writes in The Guardian about the 10 greatest rock and roll myths that have been passed down through generations. Well, at least two generations.
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Did John Lennon really blow reefer smoke at the Queen? (Nah, Lennon admitted the lads would have been too scared.) Is Keith Richards really a vampire? (No, he only looks like he's centuries old.)
Other myths include: Jacko and the bones of the elephant man, Stevie Nicks and the alleged cocaine enemas, Led Zeppelin and the mud shark, and Robert Johnson's pack with the devil so he could play the best guitar riffs ever.
And my favorite romantic myth: Did the ashes of dead punk Sid Vicious really end up in the air vents at Heathrow? It's been said that Sid's mum accidently spilled them in the arrivals lounge, and ever since then the Essence of Sid has been wafting through the air vents and descending like punk pixy dust on top of travelers.
, "Sex, death, drugs, sharks, TV, elephants and the devil himself," Graeme writes. "Nothing sums up the ridiculous circus of rock'n'roll better than the mythology that both nourishes and devours it, vividly illustrating the impossible feats of self destruction and degradation we would have our 'rock gods' vicariously act out on our behalf."
In the article we learn that Cass Elliot of the Mamas & Papas was NOT one of the vomit choking victims from the sixties. Turns out it was the obesity and not the ham sandwich.
Read the rest at the the guardian website.
"Sex, death, drugs, sharks, TV, elephants and the devil himself," Graeme writes. "Nothing sums up the ridiculous circus of rock'n'roll better than the mythology that both nourishes and devours it, vividly illustrating the impossible feats of self destruction and degradation we would have our 'rock gods' vicariously act out on our behalf."
In the article we learn that Cass Elliot of the Mamas & Papas was NOT one of the vomit choking victims from the sixties. Turns out it was the obesity and not the ham sandwich.
Read the rest at the the guardian website.



