He turned out to be Nick Kent, the writer of Hynde's treasured Iggy Pop article. One night, she found herself at a party in west London, where she got talking to a journalist who claimed to have met Iggy Pop.
The pretenders lie to me series#
Sometimes it's been hard but most times it's been a blast."Īt first, Hynde worked at a series of badly paid jobs – selling handbags on the Bayswater Road, being the "tea boy" in an architect's office in Barnes. I'm not gonna harp on about how hard it was. "Sure, having kids slows you down a bit, but in a good way, because if you're too prolific, people are like, 'Fuck off,' anyway. Five years later, their relationship fell apart, and Hynde was left bringing up two children by herself. After a stormy year-long affair with The Kinks' Ray Davies in the early Eighties, during which time she had a daughter, Natalie, she met and married Jim Kerr, of Simple Minds, with whom she had another child. Over the years, Hynde hasn't been without her own problems. "As a tribute to Pete and Jimmy, I've kept the name and I've kept the sound," Hynde says. Since the deaths of Farndon and Honeyman-Scott, there have been several different Pretenders line-ups – guitarists have included Robbie McIntosh, Johnny Marr and Billy Bremner. Sure, I've always been ringleader, but I couldn't do it on my own." The reason that this band exists is that I met Jimmy and Pete. I'm not interested in singer-songwriters or solo artists. This band has not and has never been about me.
"If it said 'Chrissie Hynde' on front of the Marquee, I would be on the first bus home. "I don't have the front for it," she maintains. Who cares?"īut becoming a solo artist was never an option as far as Hynde is concerned. I've got a teenager at home, y'know? I go to gigs from time to time, but I don't look to see who's cool and what isn't. It's a different world from the one I grew up in and, besides, I've got other things going on in my life. It's not like I'm waitressing any more and I get home and put on an Iggy Pop album just to save my life. I'm not 18 any more, and I don't live for music. Here's what I get when I ask if she follows what young bands are doing: "You know what? I don't give a fuck. And when she warms to a theme, there's no stopping her. Every time she speaks, the furniture seems to rattle. Her conversation is laden with attitude, her vocabulary spiked with swear words. He wanted to stay for another, so he just said, 'Cheers, mate, see you later,' as I was being pushed out the door."Īfter just a few minutes in her company, it isn't hard for me to imagine Hynde's mouth getting her into trouble. "Yeah, well, I wasn't impressed with Paul Weller, who didn't stand up and defend me. "So they asked me to leave." I'm impressed, I say. "They were kind enough to stay open late for us, and I allegedly said something that offended the bar staff," Hynde thunders. She had run into Paul Weller, and they and a group of friends had spent the evening together singing old soul songs.
Private life, drama baby leave me out.A few weeks ago, Chrissie Hynde, lead singer of The Pretenders and living monument to rock's glorious heritage, was thrown out of a pub. Private life, private life, leave me out. I just feel pity when you lie and contempt when you cry. And you want to use me for emotional blackmail. You ask me for my advice I say, 'Use the door.' You're still clinging to somebody you deplore. Attachment to obligation through guilt and regret sh*t that's so wet, And your sex life complications are not my fascinations. You've made a desperate appeal now save your breath. Your sentimental gestures only bore me to death. I'm very superficial I hate anything official. Yes your marriage is a tragedy but it's not my concern. 'cause you can turn it off, But don't try me. Private life, drama baby leave me Getting tired of your theatrics, your acting is a drag.
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