Tuesday, February 14, 2006


After having run out of music industry figures to moan at, to, or about, Paul Weller has moved on to hurling abuse at his closest fans. They made the mistake of trying to enjoy his brits warm-up secret gig:

"We don't know what we're playing yet, it's not a fucking request show. Don't know what you're talking about anyway, you guys didn't pay for these fuckin' tickets in the first place. Enough of the fuckin' 'waheys' guys. I'm about to play a fuckin' mellow song. You're putting me off."

Weller must have been a lot happier during the last days of the Style Council when - apart from the odd suppressed giggle - he generally played to stony-silent halls.


Anonymous said...

Odd, eh? It just needs a different take and suddenly it was a joyous "doin' it for the fans" evening: http://www.nme.com/news/paul-weller/22211

sanadieu said...

I was looking at Weller's bizarre haircut on TV the other week. I imagine it was intended to look like 'grizzled extra from Deadwood' rather than 'raddled extra from Bumfights', but it struck me that here was a man having difficulty adjusting to middle age. Could this all be down to male menopause ?

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