“But here now was Patti Smith: a gangly, atonal, and androgynous punk poet wailing about her lack of faith in Jesus, and boys humping parking meters. Patti turned my Top 40 brain inside out. Gave it a sex change. A life change. Shocked me with a thousand volts of pure rock and roll energy.”
From Rich Ferguson‘s ode to his mother and Patti Smith: “My Personal Peace and Noise.”
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