Saturday, February 04, 2006


You wait for years for Paul Weller to do something worthy of his younger self, and just as it seems it's never going to happen. But then he gets offered a lifetime achievement award, and suddenly finds his voice. It does seem, though, that he just feels that earlier recipients of the prize aren't even close to him:

"Bob Geldof. What'd he win it for? Can't be for his music, man. I mean, if it's for his charity work in Africa then you can't knock it, but Boomtown Rats, fuck off."

[Sting is] fucking horrible man. Not my cup of tea at all. Fucking rubbish. No edge, no attitude, no nothing."

The whole thing of Bono becoming the Pope - what the f***'s all that about? Pseudo-American rubbish."

[Freddie Mercury] said he wanted to bring ballet to the working classes. What a cunt."

That last one is a little rich coming from the man who attempted to bring the Cappuccino Culture to Croydon and Balham - Weller doing the rounds on the back of a scooter, accordion case slung jauntily over his beblazered shoulders having a pop at Freddie Mercury for being condescending might strike one as the Gaggia Machine calling the Starck Juicer ostentatious.

Oh - and he doesn't like Bowie, either:

"Wrong! I like about three records of his. The rest of it's pish."

All this might be a little more convincing if Weller hadn't consistently played village elder at the court of the Gallagher brothers, endorsing Oasis' special blend of low-achievement dot-joining.

Mind you, the pay-off from the 3AM Girls' report on these musing is especially nasty:

"In the interview Weller says he has thought about killing himself because of his black moods. If he doesn't watch his gob, someone will do it for him.

Now, we're not lawyers, but are they actually enciting someone to kill Paul Weller because he thinks Bono is an areshole and doesn't own Ziggy Stardust? Extraordinary.