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| As I sit here listening to a bootleg of Cream at the BBC, I wonder if Tony Reay and Barry Kramer down on Cass Avenue felt the same way that I do about the excitement that will be CREEM. This is CREEM as I read it growing up in Detroit; the CREEM that inspired me to steal a camera from my neighbor's father to photograph Blind Faith, Alice Cooper, Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels, and Grand Funk Railroad concerts. I even convinced the security guys at Cobo Hall a couple times that I worked for the locally infamous rag, and in doing so snuck my friends in with me to a Faces concert. I succeeded in my charade all the way up to attending Ronnie Wood's party. He still asks me about CREEM to this day, as do many who deeply miss its spirited irreverence. |
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Later the CREEM staff became trusted compadres, my band of brothers in the trenches of rock warfare. Whether pissing off Joe Strummer by choking him with our cigarette smoke, or having to serve as best man at Chrissie Hynde's wedding in order to get the photos and story, we knew we were part of something special. We hope the forthcoming issues confirm that and add to CREEM's legacy.
The artists we embraced and abused—they made CREEM—and CREEM made them: MC5, Led Zeppelin, the Rolling Stones, the Faces, Lou Reed, the Stooges, T.Rex, Kiss, Mott the Hoople, the Who, the New York Dolls, Black Sabbath, Johnny Winter, Bob Seger, Ted Nugent, Aerosmith, the Ramones, Cheap Trick, the Clash, Van Halen, etc.
You read about them in CREEM first. It wasn't rock 'n' roll for sissies then, and you can bet your ass it won't be now. |
Robert Matheu
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Photos by Robert Matheu
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