A snarl for Malcolm

Sure, there were punk bands before MALCOLM McLAREN and the SEX PISTOLS came along. It's just that very few people heard them, they were so far underground.
McLaren, who died Thursday of cancer at age 64, helped reinvigorate music with the band of Londoners he managed, and brought punk overground.
Glam rock had become far too formulaic by the mid-1970s and and prog rock's edging toward classicism was about as far from the Eddie Cochran/Gene Vincent roots as you could get.
Something had to happen to rejuvenate the music, to add spice and to re-introduce the snarl of youthful rebellion.
Rock had to upset your parents, right?
That's where McLaren came into the frame.
I have been thinking about McLaren's legacy and listening to the Pistols for the past couple days. I also recalled this January, when I asked my sister to photograph me snarling outside Vivienne Westwood's shop at 430 King's Road, Chelsea. It was here that the Sex Pistols were born.
I hope their revolution never dies.