Knock, Knock, Knocking: Television's Adventure
Deborah Frost, Boston Phoenix, 6 June 1978
HE'S THE KID in the back of every high school classroom - the one you never thought could talk. The one you try to remember (and can't) when you see his face in the newspaper because he's had a tragic accident or committed some shocking crime. You'd least expect to find him a rock cult hero, purveying terminal romanticism to an amplified beat. But Tom Verlaine isn't your run-of-the-mill rock hero. He refuses to swagger; he couldn't strike a pose if he tried. If he's the Jesus of Cool, it's because, as he says, "I don't care."
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