To celebrate the 20th anniversary of Please Kill Me, Gillian McCain and Legs McNeil will be reading and signing books at the House of Independents in Asbury Park, NJ at on May 6th!
Story and drawings by Legs McNeil.
Originally published in the Nov 78 issue of Hit Parader
“Ah, summer in New York,” I sighed, swatting giant flies that were dive bombing my head as I sat sipping my first beer of the day at Manny’s pool hall. It was a scorcher of a day, temperatures rising to about 102 and it was so humid you had to cut the air with a chain saw in order to get a hunk to breathe. It was so hot, Manny, owner and proprietor of the dive pool hall across from my private detective office, a big black Jamaican, had a block of ice perched on his fat stomach. He grunted. It was an explanatory grunt. He explained that he keeps the ice on his stomach to keep the case or so of beer he’d already consumed this morning cold in his stomach while he was waiting to digest it.
I opened another beer thinking what a primitive genius Manny was, when just then a short male, Caucasian, about 30 or 35, bursts into the pool hall exposing piercing sunlight into the dimly lit bar. The intruder sort of resembled a rat and talked just as fast. “Where’s Leg’s McNeil? Is he in here, huh? Come on, I don’t got all day, what uh?” the mystery man shot out with a cockney accent. I tried to answer but he wouldn’t let me get a word in edgewise.
Author Roderick “Legs” McNeil — whose 1996 book, Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk, documents Bowie’s wild early-Seventies New York period — reacts to Bowie’s passing.
BY MIKE HOGAN VIA VANITY FAIR
A 21-guitar salute for ax-man Ron Asheton, who succumbed to a heart attack at his Ann Arbor home at the tender age of 60. Asheton was a self-described “stone punk” with a fondness for Nazi memorabilia when he ran into James Newell Osterberg Jr.—soon to be known as Iggy Pop. In 1967, the two formed The Stooges (together with Ron’s brother, Scott, and Dave Alexander, who died in 1975) and unleashed a sludgy, seamy style of punk that would influence everyone from the Sex Pistols to Nirvana and beyond.
1. Billion Dollar Baby by Bob Greene (Atheneum)
Columnist Bob Greene travels with the Alice Cooper Band and plays Santa Claus during a Christmas tour and gets beat up by the band as the finale every night.Perhaps the funniest rock & roll book ever written. Highly recommended!
By Alice Cooper as Told to Legs McNeil
Illustrations by Brian Walsby.
I first met Alice Cooper at a party on Park Avenue in the mid-1970s. It was really one of those, “I’m not worthy” moments. Alice was one of the few guys I truly respected back then, because he’d made it on his own terms: by “driving a stake into the heart of the peace-and-love Generation,” and by playing delinquent rock ‘n’ roll for punks like me. That night on Park Avenue, Alice invited me to interview him, so we sat down for a long session at his place in Bel Air a few days later. Alice was deeply disturbed by what he’d heard about some of the punk bands, telling me, “I don’t get this scene, I mean, do they wanna make money or don’t they?”
Legs McNeil does a guest spot on Season 2 of Mystery Squad Gals.
“it’s the funniest (NSFW) cartoon nobody is watching.”
He was a comic strip thug in the pages of Punk magazine, a cult celebrity, a writer, and a music journalist… Now Legs McNeil has been reborn as A.I., a shape shifting, manipulative robot in the cartoon Mystery Squad Gals. Check it out!
Continue reading LEGS MCNEIL: FROM COMIC STRIP PUNK TO CARTOON!
By Legs McNeil
(Unedited VICE column)
“Really Arturo, ABBA?” I shake my head in disbelief, as I enter the
loft where the Swedish rock band is blaring from the record player next to the table that holds the entire Ramones silk screen operation—one long counter equipped with a wooden silk screen, cans of white acrylic paint, and stacks of black T-shirts. Arturo is busy making another pass with the squeegee over the latest model of the new Ramones logo, the one with the names of Johnny, Joey, Dee Dee, and Tommy encircling an American Eagle that’s clutching a baseball bat in one talon and an apple tree branch in the other. It will become their most famous design ever.
(A Kinda Album Review of Bowie’s The Next Day)
ORIGINAL EDIT OF LEGS McNEIL’S VICE COLUMN FOR 6-5-13:
While I was perusing the records in the Williamsburg hipster record store, in my on-going attempt to rebuild my vinyl collection, I came across the new David Bowie album, The Next Day. Since I’ve been enjoying quiet a few lesser known (at least to me) Bowie cuts these days, I decided to throw caution to the wind, really get wild– and buy Bowie’s new record. This is real feat for me, because I’ve certainly never bought a record sight unheard– where I hadn’t heard at least one song off the album. I’ve never bought a record on blind (deaf?) faith alone. It was finally time, since I’d been hearing good things about the record and I was curious to hear what an artist like David Bowie had to say at the end of his career– and if the rumors are true about him having cancer– at the end of his life.