Tom forwards this article from LA Weekly that purports to out the biggest d-bags in the classic rock world. What qualifies someone for such an honour? Narcissism, egoism and assorted examples of bad/stupid/disrespectable behaviour all contributes to their douchebaggery quotient.
I’ll start you off with #10. Go here for the rest of the list.
Garcia’s gutless, drug-addled brand of candyass jamming wreaked havoc on rock ‘n’ roll, derailing what had been a form of rebel confrontation and paving the way for spineless hippie quasi-folk. Garcia’s guitar was always listless, flabby and aimless. He never went anywhere and always took his sweet time doing it, yet is endlessly venerated as a soloist on par with the greatest names in musical history. Hogwash. The ultimate illustration of Garcia’s dead-from-the-neck-up approach came when an SFPD officer, patrolling Golden Gate Park at noontime in January 1985, got an acrid whiff of Garcia’s burning cocaine — the peace-and-love icon was freebasing in the front seat of his BMW. Far out, man.