is there really not a thread for the book 'Please Kill Me'?!

Best. Book. Ever.

Some punk rockers stole it from the backseat of my car, about 5 years ago. Seriously. I couldn't even be angry about it, it was just too appropriate.

It's too bad, though, because I was only 1/3 of the way through the book at the time.

i got about that far before giving up. it's rubbish.

it's hilarious if stupid junkie hijinks is your thing.

so not rubbish.

i liked this book

pretty un-putdownable if you're into the ny punk scene (and why wouldn't you be). but I must agree than the junkie antics are slighly romanticized, my sense of the lower east side drug scene was more dangerous, desperate. if you want the straight "dope" on that waking nightmare read The Lotus Crew by Stewart Meyer.

but the musicians anecdotes are fascinating, richard hell in particular is quite articulate. of course it wouldn't be new york city w/o a couple obnoxious self-aggrandizers you've never heard of hogging page space.

I forget if Linda Stein gets mentioned? anyway, RIP to the Ramones onetime co-manager.

Eileen Polk, who is in the book, lives here in my town. She has a vast archive of amazing photos she took throughout this era and occasionally does exhibits. A few years back, Legs and some other woman whose name escapes me came through town to do readings from a new book and Please Kill Me. As could be expected, many young punks were in attendance, gawking at the original "worn by Sid when he died" jumpsuit on the wall and other such ephemera.

Early on there was discussion of what beer to get. Legs asked for Corona and one of the spikier punk dudes yelled out "Corona?!? That beer SUCKS!"

Legs ignored this. In the question and answer period following the reading, the same kid got up and said "The only really important queston here is... what kind of beer did Sid drink?"

Without missing a beat, Legs responded "Corona, of course". Rarely have I heard an entire room dissolve so thoroughly into hysteria.

The book is pretty indispensible for anyone who wants to know more about that scene, junkie hijinx aside.

Danny Fields makes this book.

"Richard Lloyd. I fucked him."

Please Kill the New York punk scene.

It's long dead. But go fuck yourself anyway

I haven't read it, but a friend keeps hounding me to read the new book about the Fleshtones, which he claims has some truly great stories about the mid-late 70s NYC punk scene. But I dont' think I've ever heard a single Fleshtones tune...

I forget if Linda Stein gets mentioned? anyway, RIP to the Ramones onetime co-manager.

R.I.P.

The strip of the Bowery which formerly played host to CBGB is now going to be home to a John Varvatos fashion boutique and a CHASE bank. NYC is dead.

old people

I enjoyed most of the book. As with any entertainment oral history, there's a bit too much "we are so cool" and "we/they were so innovative", but some of the stories are GREAT.

Essential stuff.

Well, they were so cool and they were so innovative.

This book is really getting me into older music again. Sorely needed - the immediacy of internet hype has really been grating on me lately.

this book is great but in all honesty its pretty much like reading people magazine or whatever

gossip is fun sometimes though, I don't know its been a while since I read this maybe it'll be annoying now, maybe it'll be great

It is all very gossipy, but I like hearing it from the horse's mouth, rather than from some rock critic decades removed from it. Granted, a lot of it may not be entirely truthful, but that's beside the point.

this is a fun read, but man, a lot of the main players come across either uber-douchy or pathetic

and the rest appear to be in dire need of a Tetracycline body spray

best bathroom book ever.

Great reading.

I don't understand. People here are asking for accuracy or something like that from this book?