Can't Stand Me Now

I wish I could just not care about anything, and throw caution into the wind sometimes. Just the ol' 'not give a shit about anything or anyone' treatment. Start a drug addiction, become an artist, date a supermodel, record music.. and just be a general prick. Man that'd be cool, you know? Just to live that over glorified rock n' roll lifestyle...

After writing that paragraph, it's clear to me who this blog is about today.
One, Mr. Pete Doherty. 

For the blissfully uninformed, Pete Doherty is a man. An English man. An English man who was lead singer/ guitarist for The Libertines, until his drugged-up rock star lifestyle caught up with him.. robbed his band mates house.. and started a cocaine-infused relationship with supermodel Kate Moss. Since leaving the band he started a new band Babyshambles, published a book of poetry, released his own painting collection at the Chappe Gallery in Paris... aaand did modelling for a Roberto Cavalli collection.

But now he's back with The Libertines and golly gosh I'm happy. To me, Pete is the real-life Aldous Snow.. except with better music.

A radio DJ once was asked the most intriguing live music performance he'd ever seen, and answered a Libertines gig just before they split took the cake. Our dear friend Pete was absolutely plastered off god-knows-what, came on to the stage stumbling everywhere with whiskey bottle in hand. 

He said it was like "watching a car crash in slow motion... except the car crash was hitting every single note perfectly."

Fuck forever? Sounds good in theory Mr. Doherty.