missoneminute:

Carlos tells us about his troubles in reaching Glastonbury: Poor Carl Barat has only just got onsite, because security wouldn’t let him in. “They made me walk about four miles to a different entrance,” he tells us, with the air of a man who maybe knows his “don’t you know who I am?” days are numbered. “I’ve missed Pete, and I’m fucking knackered now.” And to add insult to injury, the lens on his RayBans has fallen out. Bad times.

NME, 2009

missoneminute:

Barat also stated that he hasn’t spoken to Pete Doherty “for a while” though he keeps being sent text messages from fans pretending to be his old bandmate. “I keep getting kids texting me pretending to be Pete, which is a bit confusing because I never know when it actually is [Doherty],” he revealed. “Without realising, I could be harming my diplomatic relations with Pete by sending reactionary texts.”

Carl Barat, NME, 2009

I was just a lost fucking soul, completely alone, completely cut off by Carl. I couldn’t put up with the heartache of being completely exiled, not being taken seriously or shown any respect by the band, the management, the record company, the accountant. I was treated like a monster, or a child. The gigs were my only escape. […] So if you’re gonna get involved, don’t dip your toe in the water, dive in and immerse yourself, right? I can be a swine, but I’m not really, and I’m not a violent, socially corrupt person. I’m gentle and try to be positive with myself. But the more people who mistrust me or disrespect me, the more likely I am to play them up.[..] I think Carl had been clean for a little while, but after what happened between me and him and then prison, I felt different towards Carl. I knew it was still the same but I wanted so badly for it to be all or nothing, wanting it to be me and him. But then I knew that that could not be and that was not what he wanted anyway. I fell back into being a little more emotionally dependant on Carl but I realised I had to cut myself off from demanding him like that. [..] Back when we were on the dole, or working in the theatre, we’d fall out and then that would be it. [Carl] would fuck off for a couple of months and everything would be at odds. I’d just be pressing on with the band on my own. This is how it ended up with me being exiled, the fact that I continued with the hermetic existence whereas Carl completely opened himself up to the outside world and to a different way of life, and therefore was seen as sort of the acceptable one, and was able to win the support of the infrastructure simply because he made himself more conventional. I don’t mean that in a derogatory way, just in that people saw him more likely to get the job done.

Pete Doherty, Kids in the Riot (via albion-room)