A Stone for Danny Fisher
“I have some of the finest hate on the planet for me,” brags Ted Nugent, infamous Duke of anaconda suit and polar-bear’s ass-fur-on-the-head fame. It’s probably true. His strange reputation has become a mixture of one part hate (however explainable or in--, rational or ir--), one part respect and admiration for his abilities as a guitarist, and one part awe and bafflement at his shenanigans.
A Stone for Danny Fisher
“I have some of the finest hate on the planet for me,” brags Ted Nugent, infamous Duke of anaconda suit and polar-bear’s ass-fur-on-the-head fame. It’s probably true. His strange reputation has become a mixture of one part hate (however explainable or in--, rational or ir--), one part respect and admiration for his abilities as a guitarist, and one part awe and bafflement at his shenanigans.
Nugent has always remained up front here. The groupies delight with his big black limousine and lower lip biting or back stage fondling, the Duke in the limelight on stage, and until recently, handler of all the Dukes’ business affairs, complete with “briefcase, datebooks and Bic pens”. Phil Nicholsen takes care of the business now. Says Nugent, “Everybody can hate him now”.