69 years is not bad for a New York Doll, but I wish the Syrian immigrant kid would have hung around a bit longer with us. Say hi to Billy, Johnny, Jerry and Arthur from us.
And thanks for giving rock'n'roll a kick in the butt in the early 70ies. And for always being the "reliable" Doll on stage, the band needed someone like that.
PS: My early love for the Dolls - pre-Punkers according to conventional wisdom nowadays - qualifies me as one of the earliest Punks here. Eat your heart out, Jake!
I dug the Dolls when Herr Lydon was still camping out on Gong hippie open airs in France and England wearing borng old fart long hair. To me the Dolls were just a raucous, lovably sloppy rock'n'roll band, somewhere between hard rock and glam with a very urban streak. I thought they were friggin' gorgeous.
Saw them live some years ago, after their Morrissey-induced reunion. Lovely gig.