Another in a series:
"As sober, canonical scribblers like Robert Christgau and Greil Marcus burn out or fade away, Klosterman will cop to liking the long-departed and much-imitated Lester Bangs, but only because he's into cough syrup, too..." -- September 20, 2003, Houston Chronicle.
Klosterman implicated in cough syrup scam.
"The blueprint for the modern day music journalist is Lester Bangs. Bangs himself wanted to be a rock star, but unfortunately lacked talent and smelt like pasties. Despite being a jolly fine fellow and a great, great writer, he also drank crates of child's cough syrup on a daily basis which made him slur like a moron, he couldn't get a bird if his life depended on it, and he ended up dead in a pool of his own juices. Ever since the stereotype of the music hack has been that of an unattractive scumbag leeching off the talents of the artists he writes about, although..." -- Playlouder.com
He drank crates of a child's cough syrup! Sold OTC by the crate! Someone must stop this outrage!
"The late, great Lester Bangs is his northstar and he hopes one day his own meager prose about music proves as honest, incendiary, entertaining and just plain good as that cough syrup sluggin' weirdo. When he grows up he wants to be a working writer, the kind people pay paper money for sentences or even fragments thereof. One day he'd like to start a magazine with the balls out moxie of '70s Creem, where music & art serve as a wedge into the entire culture..."
Aspires to the divinity of Saint Cough-syrup.
The MOACS: Massive Organization of Anecdotes on (Mr.) Cough Syrup.
― George Smith, Tuesday, 3 February 2004 23:31 (twenty-two years ago)