The Big Interview
STILL ROTTEN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS
Britain was wilting in its worst heat wave since 1976. John Lydon wasn’t. Meeting Lydon in his home—even by Zoom—is a singular experience. The room behind him looks less like a sitting room than a curio shop: Union Jack flags hung sideways, an Arsenal scarf, two enormous ornate mirrors, a red folding screen, and a mantel crowded with little stone pitchers, books, terra-cotta bowls, photographs, and primitive-looking portraits handed to him by fans at Public Image Ltd. shows.
THE BIG INTERVIEW: STILL ROTTEN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS
John Lydon is older, louder, wiser, funnier, and still a pain in the ass. Thank God.
Jaan Uhelszki
Britain was wilting in its worst heat wave since 1976. John Lydon wasn’t.
Meeting Lydon in his home—even by Zoom—is a singular experience. The room behind him looks less like a sitting room than a curio shop: Union Jack flags hung sideways, an Arsenal scarf, two enormous ornate mirrors, a red folding screen, and a mantel crowded with little stone pitchers, books, terra-cotta bowls, photographs, and primitive-looking portraits handed to him by fans at Public Image Ltd. shows. Many bear little resemblance to him, but the gesture touches him deeply. “The folk art approach is wonderful and heartwarming," he says. “I fill walls with it.”