When Joe Strummer passed away in 2002, I felt the weird mass-mediated punch in the gut that members of my generation were supposed to have felt when a certain resident of Seattle punched his own ticket eight years prior.** Joe Strummer made great music, fought the good fight, and seemed to be a genuinely decent human being. He's one of my (very few) heroes and - to borrow a line from Opus the penguin - "Joe Strummer isn't supposed to end."
Anyways, Popmatters has a series of excerpts from the new Strummer bio by Chris Salewicz.
You can check out part one here.
* In case you were wondering, the title of this post refers to the final rhetorical flourish of a rather one-sided shouting match (re: the function of criticism) I once witnessed between Robbie Fulks and John Murry. It's become a phrase that we use here at the home office when someone is losing an argument, but is nevertheless right about whatever it was that they are arguing about.
** I had just discovered the first two Big Star records when Nevermind came out, which probably explains why I never much cared for grunge. Also, Mobile is too damn hot for flannel.