These days, at the foot of Johnny Thunders' pedestal sit loads and loads of pie-eyed faces, young men and women looking up adoringly, and casting the love, L-U-V. And it's a strange thing, too, 'cause Thunders was, in reality, just your basic junkie who was blessed with good genes. Like any desperate addict, he ripped off his friends, neglected his children, lied, cheated, and, for the most part, after the demise of both the New York Dolls and Heartbreakers, offered up songs that were, aside from a shiny side or two, marginal at best. In the end, Thunders was a tawny flushed Keith Richards knockoff, a Pentecostal pinup of junkie guitar worship, who expired broken and destitute just a few... More >>>