In nineteen seventysomething, on the premise that
people would find something deep and visceral in
the real article, the NME ran a competition to win
Lee Brilleaux's sweat stained and grubby
white jacket - a garment that had proported to
have absorbed the essence of rock'n'roll from
the recent Dr Feelgood tour.
Last night I spent an hour engaged in the performance
of rock'n'roll - my shirt has since gone to the wash,
but this photograph remains as a testimony to the fact.
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