It’s very rare for someone to come along who literates your own thoughts and fears, reflects your anger in a way you never could yourself. I remember the first time I saw Bill Hicks, back in 1991, realising that this man had the voice I wanted, the way with words that I could only dream of and a way of channeling his rage into a positive force. Hicks was a nasty, sharp edged bastard, if you were intent on fucking with the world, whether through politics, religion or advertising. But he was immensely positive, if you were open to new ideas. His message was always think for yourself, don’t let ‘them’ tell you what to do or believe a word ‘they’ say. You were right, always. It’s a real shame that he died so young, so we’ll never know what he made of the shit that’s going on today.
American The Bill Hicks Story is out today in the UK