Few figures in rock and roll can lay claim to as much influence with as little recorded output as Richard Hell, who was for bedhead and ripped clothing what Elvis was for pompadours and raised upper lips. One of punk’s first sex symbols, Hell is (unfortunately) remembered more for how he looked in the mid-’70s than how he sounded, but as he writes in his new memoir, I Dreamed I Was a Very Clean Tramp, “vocations often begin as poses.” This is the story of a poser’s progress, then, and it is 100-percent genuine.
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