
That was a tired-sloppy write-up.
The point was to 'attempt' to explain the formation of the Pretenders and that begins with Chrissie Hynde.
“It’s not easy to be in her position,” he says, earnestly affectionate.
“You know— locked up with four or five guys who are talkin’ about #### and ### all the time. On the road, you’ve got nothing that most women would want. Chris isn’t like most women.”
--- Pete Farndon from their first American tour in 1980 ---
Hynde learned classic guitar as a teen. When she attended Kent State (art major) she was in a band with members who would go on to form Devo. At Kent State she'd hang with a guy who would go onto fame, Joe Walsh. She dropped out after the Kent State shootings.
Surviving her teen years (see previous post about her gang-rape by a group of Hells Angels) by getting away but seemed to drift after Kent State. She moved about, Canada, Mexico, before settling in to London in 1973 where she got a job in an architectural firm before landing a gig as a writer for the British rock tabloid New Musical Express (NME) where she wrote a scathing review of a Neil Diamond album.
“I just took the piss out of it,” Chrissie says, lapsing into British slang.
“I was very sarcastic. I said, ‘This song sounds like an ad for an American small car.’ I just completely demolished this guy, you know? They got letters, lots and lots of outrage letters. Her editor loved it and gave her more assignments. "....
they’d print all this, you know? For some reason they went for it. And here I was, a zero hillbilly from Ohio.”
...after a year Chrissie lost interest in her budding journalistic career. She worked for a few weeks in a strange little clothing store in the King’s Road run by Malcolm McLaren, the soon-to-be Svengali of punk. Then, after a disastrous period trying to start a rock band in France, she returned in 1975 to Cleveland.
(Chrissie hints as her kidnapping and repeated 2nd rape)
“I had a terrible time,” she says. “I was hitchhiking around, and I’d forgotten how dangerous it was. I had a few bad experiences, but the way I look at it now is, for every sort of act of sodomy I was forced to perform, I’m gettin’ paid 10,000 pounds now.” She laughs bitterly. “That’s how I try to look at it, anyway.”
She somehow kept going and returned to London where she had another failed attempt at a band in France before getting back to London where she bounced around a few more bands before finally she met Lemmy Kilmister of Motörhead, who tossed her a life preserver In 1978, when he suggested she link up with the man who would become the Pretenders’ first drummer, not Chambers, a guy named Gas Wild who would introduce her to Farndon who would bring in Honeyman-Scott.
She found herself and the sound she had been searching for. It was primarily Farndon and her forceful rhythms that drove the sound. Honeyman-Scott got real-good real-fast.
Hynde survived and wasn't the fresh-faced ingenue from a few years earlier.
"I didn’t have his sort of fresh innocence. I wasn’t like the young punk who had just gotten out of school.”
The Pretenders had arrived.