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quietnowherebesideyou:

“Peter and Carl would babble to each other in this strange fantasy world of nicknames. Peter was Bilo, because his father used to call him “Billy Bilo”. Carl was Biggles, and sometimes Pigman. They were like brothers. Each one fulfilled what the other lacked. Carl’s very gregarious and very sociable. Peter’s more introverted and sensitive. They really loved each other. When he was living above Filthy MacNasty’s, Peter was selling speed he got from some Hell’s Angel in Tottenham. Peter’s a very strange mix of real innocence, like a cherub that’s fallen from heaven, but also very worldly. He has no fears. There were rent boy rumours. I don’t know if they were true but they had absolutely no money and I wouldn’t put it past Peter. It would have been part of his armoury of myth. He lives like a character from a novel… The Libertines were a lost cause, the three-legged dog running the race. If you’re a teenager and you’re fragile, you idolize lost causes. That’s why they affected so many people. It would be amazing if one day Peter and Carl wrote together again. They’re fantastic together. But they should only do it if they want to, not to live out a past regret.”

— Banny Poostchi, Libertines Ex-Manager, Q Magazine, 2008

…carlos blinded by hair on his all white bed spreadeagle like a born again lustful jesusir he is a s ever a elegant and sweet bawd of romantic notion and thoughts too fast for the tongue raising precious stakes and splintering. we passed each other on the stairs in princelet street. he and a beautiful procession of k-fairies and laughter. me with a cigarette and a loopy qon had to carry her away some point this morning through the rain up brick lane over the railway bridge, stopping off in the park in spitalfields to sit on the swings and defend myself against accusations of social backwardness. what depths of trust are bailed. or seeing all them dancing in dodger morton’s old front room stretched out to conceal. accusative looks of spite and pity from the brigade. i knew the clatter door fucked, and no electricity. candles on the marble and we bathe each other in arcadias favourite bathroom and stretch out with whisky all clean and soft before the fire. No jagged edges there, none of the cut throat spine coiled terse london smile. only the rain on our naked shoulders as we peer out onto faded lit street in the heavenly dawn trailer. i love that place, just there. and all rest for herand i. until}awoken we were at 7 or so by the bawd’s bird falling down the spiral staircase back into unrest single matress on a double bed.

on your day soon when you sit and read through recent postings pigman – read this and weep for that ragged lad death on the stairs and looky for he…

ah well. in 2 days the libertines record their second single ‘up the bracket’/‘the boys in the band’ + one. all i can think of. i live 2 minutes away, there’s no lock on the door. why am I here then? you know why. it’s close enough, I’m obsessed to the point of needing to know everything. all of you. I’ll pretend to be you because you won’t log on. you never even used the internet until you knew you could press a button and see a picture of yourself, and now you’re even afeared to read ANYTHING that might interfere with the ‘peace’ you crave. For a peaceful man you are extremely volatile. In fact, your peace comes only after conflict, til it fades and needs re-touching with further conflict. Is that what you do – what I saw in London? it’s amazing. but are you going to do when everything comes out? When the kids hear ‘bucket shop’ and ‘music when the lights go out’ are they considered Libertines songs or not? There’s further questions that I shall ask elsewhere but for now – you’re not a bad sort.I quite love you.

Forum posting by Peter, 2002 (via quietnowherebesideyou)
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carl on bbc radio, 2010

Jo Whiley: Tell us about when you first met Peter then.
Carl: I met him through his sister. He was like a, he was like a year younger than me and I was at university with his sister. He just sounded like this really amazing character that she’d always talk about, her brother. And then he, he used to love London. So when he used to come up, he used to like, he used to do everything in a day. He used to come, turn up wearing like massive winkle-picker shoes he got from a charity shop, and dirty corduroys that probably belonged to some old man once. And uh, you know, I remember he had this certificate, he’d climbed the monument. But he was always very sweet. And he was always really, really knowledgeable, in particular about—-yeah, he taught me quite a lot about things I didn’t know regarding London.
Jo Whiley: So, when he kind of came into your life, did you, were you instantly friendly? Or was he someone that you kind of were fascinated with?
Carl: I was, no no, I think there was a mutual fascination. But I kind of treated him like, um, I kind of used my older status. I kind of talked down to him a little bit, and uh, yeah. Then that was very much our relationship, you know, at that age, I was one year older, you know, and any of my time was his privilege.
Jo Whiley: So it worked, he used to look up to you, in a way?
Carl: Yeah, yeah he really did. And you know he gave me a lot of confidence and, uh, you know he really—
Jo Whiley: How did he give you confidence?
Carl: Just, um, telling me he thought I was destined for-to do better things. Which uh, yeah.
Jo Whiley: It’s probably the first time that someone had said that?
Carl: Pretty much, yeah.

Freedom Gig, Kids in the Riot

lovablelie:

Tony Linkin: It was a great night, a fantastic evening. The whole thing had to end though, as usual, with Carl getting rushed off to hospital. He tried jumping over something, I’m not sure what, but he landed on his face basically.

Roger Sargent: He was lying on the floor in a pool of blood so i was like, ‘What the fuck happened? Who fucking hit you?’ I started running down the street towards the bouncers and Pete’s sister came after me going, ‘No, no!’ (laughs)

James Endeacott: Carl smashes his face up and Pete grabbed a phone off somebody and called 999 and was hugging him and making sure he was all right and you know, you really thought the world is a better place. There was a lot of love going down and you felt that everything had been forgiven and this is year zero again.

quietnowherebesideyou:

quietnowherebesideyou:

They were draped over each other, in serious danger of sliding to the floor…They were completely on each other’s wavelength; their mumbles and giggles and sighs and shouts were incomprehensible to everyone but each other. Everyone else watching was outside their world—they weren’t aware of anything apart from each other.

           —Anthony Thornton, Bound Together

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On meeting:

arcadia-dreaming:

boysintheband:

Carl: “We were flung together. They say you can choose your friends and you can’t choose your family, but for some reason we’re like family. What I appreciated was his undying devotion to a dream in the face of utter adversity.”

Pete: “I’d never met anyone that seemed so genuine in the things he did. It was riveting. There was goodness there in the soul. Something to believe in.”