Having recently read & commented on the “Is the afterword a busted flush?” thread, I thought I would post about loving the music but hating the artist.
A quick word of explanation. I firmly believe that it is the music of your teenage years that stays with us throughout our life (Lives?). I am 59, & my teenage years were basically full of glam rock, & I make no apologies for loving it then, & loving it now.
However, this gave the world the Vile person known as Gary Glitter. I honestly cannot think of a finer example of loving the music but hating the artist.
Lay,jennelmen, I give you – THE LEADER…