Joe Strummer was no different. It was terrible the way he died, but it needs saying that he wasn't the savviest cultural commentator. His politics were all over the place; bluster over substance, that's what he represented. We supported The Clash in New York in 1981. Belting out naive generalizations in front of this backdrop that went from the Yorkshire Ripper to pictures of kids being coshed; all very clichéd. It was like watching the news in your living room with The Clash playing in the corner. Everybody knows it's wrong. But coming at it from that angle is pointless, thoughtless even.
The sad thing about it all is he distanced himself from his middle-class background and education, appropriated this tough heart-on-the-sleeve messenger stance so convincingly, but lacked the wit to take it anywhere fresh. He was preaching to the converted, and I don't just mean his fans, but himself as well. He daren't offend anybody, because they'd just charge him with being a phony, and he daren't look at it in a skeptical way, because then he'd be employing his privileged education. That was the crux of his problem.