Do the upcoming Sex Pistols anniversary shows in Brixton feel like fate?
I’m excited. It breaks it up, a change–and I never thought I’d say this–from having a regular job. And it’s a great job. Even if at this point the Sex Pistols are the world’s unlikeliest oldies act. At least you don’t have to worry about coming up with a new album. Though I’d like to. What’s stopping that? I don’t know. John’s not big on doing that. Yet he’s fine essentially selling 30-year-old punk nostalgia, which seems even weirder. People say “do a new album!” But when you do a new album and they come and see you live, all they really wanna hear is the stuff they know, anyway. It would be nice if we knocked off a couple new things, but I don’t mind just playing the old stuff. It’s not the end of the world if we don’t do new stuff. Your show has an element of perpetual surprise that’s virtually extinct in radio. I did play Journey this morning. I don’t know if that was a surprise. And I remember you playing a lot of Boston early on, much to the distress of a few listeners. And they
