The Fallow Brow

Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m 64.  The answer to these questions posed by the Beatles is apparently “no” in the case of Malcolm McLaren, who died today at the age of 64. McLaren (no relation to B.A. MacLaren), is best remembered for managing the Sex Pistols in the 1970s. His music and fashion vision dealt the death-blow to the stinking hippie lifestyle of the late 60s and early 70s.  He put the fear of God into the stodgy upper classes, many of whom needed the short sharp shock.  He beat EMI into submission. Yes, he may have been, as John Lydon put it, a wanker, but Malcolm was our wanker, and the world is a little more drab for his passing.  May flights of midget angels in gimp masks scream thee to thy rest.