“Pete is joined on stage by his erstwhile bandmate/soulmate/housemate/best mate, Carl Barat. They play Libertines songs. They share a microphone. They flirt. Their sweats knit together to form a sweater. And in that moment, as they gaze into each other’s eyes, wailing out the chorus of Don’t Look Back Into The Sun, the penny drops. As you look around, you realise that everyone in the room is thinking the same thing. That for all his faults (and of those there are aplenty), there is something there. Something special. And that in a strange way, Pete is a national treasure. We need him, just like we need Cliff Richard singing at Wimbledon. Because without him, England would be just a little bit more bland. God bless you Pete Doherty. If there is a God.”
– Disappear Here Magazine, 2008 (via quietnowherebesideyou)
Yeah Carl, give us an example.
“When you’re young you tend to glorify the destruction of the body through pleasure and the destruction of the soul through love.”
– Peter Doherty (via sersmoiunevodka)
@sully-bean hahaha glad someone likes my dad jokes heh! But seriously. Look at Carl’s face.