All of our research and passion for rock ’n’ roll had prepared us for this moment. A moment when Kenn and I would triumph to take our roles as rock ’n’ roll heroes to another level. Sure, Kenn and I had put Lemmy, Mike Ness, Billy Bragg, and so many others back on the right course of history. Sometimes the tasks that Kenn and I were set upon were significant, and others were relatively minor, like dousing the flames of jealously and repairing the disharmony that was caused when the Reid brothers, of the Proclaimers, broke into a Gallagher brothers–type brouhaha during their rendition of “My Girl.” As it turned out, they were both harmonizing about the same girl, an awkward discovery. That was easy, but this time we faced something with more gravitas than jealous brothers attracted to the s
