Who the fuck are you?
Either Sid said that to Pete, or Pete said that to Sid. I’ve heard it both ways. It doesn’t really matter.
The old guard, privileged, used to getting anything the way they want it, rockstar encounters the brash, up and coming, punk. It didn’t matter that Pete had everything to do with Sid even being there, or that Sid would represent an influence at least equal to Pete’s. Neither of them gave a shit about the other.
That’s how it works.
Dinosaurs or punks. Artiste or hack. My Generation or Pretty Vacant.
It comes down to what you want.
The same old shit, used up and longer vibrant, bloated by money, reduced to repeating itself over and over without providing the inspiration it once did. A form clinging to the status quo, desperately concerned about position, afraid to defy it masters in the corporate offices. Or something new, rebellious, unconcerned with convention or status, and one hell of a lot more fun.
God Save The Queen.