By Drew Ailes
By Joseph Hess and Mabel Suen
By Kenny Snarzyk
By Dave Geeting
By David Thorpe
By Ben Westhoff
By Shea Serrano
By Drew Ailes
Act Two, Scene OneMorrissey (yep, that Morrissey) places a telephone call to former New York Dolls frontman David Johansen. The former Smiths lead singer is serving as curator for the 2004 Meltdown Festival in London and asks Johansen to do something that Morrissey himself will not: put his band back together.
The original New York Dolls (or, at least, the first lineup to reach the recording studio) Johansen, guitarists Johnny Thunders and Sylvain Sylvain, bassist Arthur "Killer" Kane and drummer Jerry Nolan lasted all of two brief and shining albums: their 1973 self-titled debut and 1974's presciently tagged Too Much Too Soon. By 1975 the band had been dropped by its label and, predictably, experienced a somewhat bitter breakup.
Thunders and Nolan went one way (the former allegedly overdosed in New Orleans in 1991; the latter died of a stroke just months after). Kane went another (he converted to Mormonism and died of leukemia in 2004, a story sweetly told in the excellent documentary New York Doll). And Johansen and Sylvain went still another.
"To be honest with you," Sylvain says now from a Minneapolis tour stop, "[the reunion] was an easily swallowed pill because it was only the Meltdown Festival. You know, I can never thank Morrissey enough for putting us back together again."
Act One, Scene OneBorn Sylvain Mizrahi in Cairo, Egypt in 1953 and no, he's not related to, nor has he ever met, fellow style maven Isaac Mizrahi the re-christened Sylvain Sylvain, one of just two surviving original Dolls, is an affable storyteller more than capable of detouring to boastful bombast.
"I'll compare the new Dolls to anybody," Syl says. "We probably have the best rock & roll band ever. And probably, right now, the best rock & roll band in the world."
Thank you, sir. May I have another?
"I don't give a shit if you say I'm not a star. I know I'm a fucking star, and I started like that when I was fourteen."
Whoa, whoa, whoa. For the record, we in no way, shape or form suggested that Sylvain wasn't a star. As a matter of fact, we're pretty big fans of both the Dolls and Syl himself. So how about something a little less confrontational?
"I guess something that I've only done one time in my life is go down the Cyclone at Coney Island," Syl says. "I only did it once and I threw up my ass off."
Ah, there we go. Syl as empathetic human being. Yes, music fans, a young Syl Sylvain, guitarist for one of the most dangerous bands in rock & roll history (or so Syl would have you believe), once rode a roller coaster and "threw up his ass off." And swore he'd never do it again.
But not long after, Sylvain embarked on an even longer, bumpier ride, joining a now-legendary Lower East Side band that would meld girl-group pop with glam rock, adopt androgyny and fashion a sound that might best be described as British-based blues lacquered with a couple coats of lip gloss.
And in their terse tenure, the New York Dolls, presagers of punk and heroes to hair metal, would influence a laundry list of future musicians. Bands from the Ramones to Kiss to Poison all owe the Dolls a heavy musical debt.
"You know," Sylvain says, "we feel like what rock & roll should do to you is, basically, when you hear it, it should drive you absolutely fucking crazy. Enough that you want to have to pull off all your clothes and run around the house naked. If it doesn't have that ingredient, we don't even touch it. You know, that's rock & roll to us."
OK, so we're back to some swollen swagger. But trust us when we tell you that somewhere underneath the Ali-size pomp and posing lies a man who may very well be the heart and soul of one of rock's most important bands. And that the two are not mutually exclusive.
"I feel like, you know, when the Dolls broke up in 1975, they basically left me, but I really never left the New York Dolls," Sylvain says.
He tells the story of being approached by R.E.M. singer and Dolls fan Michael Stipe (Stipe contributes vocals on the Dolls' song "Dancing on the Lip of a Volcano" on their new album, One Day It Will Please Us To Remember Even This) at a late-'90s Patti Smith concert in Atlanta.
"He told me that he had come and seen my show, me and David Johansen, when we worked together in 1978 in Missouri," Sylvain begins. "In Missouri of all places. How I handed him a bottle of Perrier water during my performance and so on and so forth, and how boring this must be, him telling me this, and 'You must have heard this a thousand times,' and how groovy we were that night and stuff.
"And I said, 'Well, Michael, you know, if I didn't get, every now and then, 'Hey man, I saw you back then and your music really spoke to me' and whatever, then I wouldn't have shit. Because, basically, I didn't really get paid for whatever I did in this business, you know, because you can't deposit influence."