Dead Boys Don't Take Things Off The Shelf
INDIANAPOLIS—Back in 78, when I went up to New York to do my watershed feature on the Dead Boys (see Feb. '79 CREEM; group broke up soon after the story was published), their lead guitarist, the indefatigable Cheetah Chrome, accidentally revealed his “real” name to me, somewhere amid a monologue as nighttime-frantic as the hurtling Manhattan cab ride we were aboard at the time.
Dead Boys Don't Take Things Off The Shelf
THE BEAT GOES ON
INDIANAPOLIS—Back in 78, when I went up to New York to do my watershed feature on the Dead Boys (see Feb. '79 CREEM; group broke up soon after the story was published), their lead guitarist, the indefatigable Cheetah Chrome, accidentally revealed his “real” name to me, somewhere amid a monologue as nighttime-frantic as the hurtling Manhattan cab ride we were aboard at the time. I was already reaching for my pen and notebook, but the cheetah-swift Mr. Chrome, without missing a beat in his life&-times-of-Hilly-Kristel anecdote, quietly grunted, “.. .and I’ll kill you if you print my real name...”