“I saw Malcolm outside
the front of the Chelsea hotel in New York and he was asking me why I was so
down. I told him that things weren't going that good for us, and he thought
that was so sad and asked if he could help us, and basically become our
personal manager, which he did. He rented us a loft and we started practising
and rehearsing, and we came up with the 'Red Patent Leather' show. David
Johansen and Malcolm never really had many conversations together - or even got
along that well for that matter - but that was the one time they both got a
gleam in their eye. We had all the red clothing and the song 'Red Patent
Leather', so Malcolm - who had the political agenda - was like, 'Why don't we
put up the Soviet flag?'. That was probably the only time I saw them do
anything creative together, and it was pretty much suicide. It was kamikaze for
our career. A well-known New York journalist called me up after and said 'Syl,
you guys tried the fag thing, you tried the crazy guitar thing, and now you're
gonna go Communist... that's it, that's the end of your career.'”
- guitarist i The New York Dolls Sylvain Sylvain, skrev ordene herover i en nekrolog over Malcolm McLaren i The Quietus, d. 9. april 2010.
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