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Joe Strummer: The angry young man who grew up.

By Ian Burrell  20th May 2012.  Find Full Article & Photo Gallery Here:-

The leader of The Clash was the spokesman for a generation. But what was Joe Strummer really like? To mark the 10th anniverary of his death, his widow reveals the truth behind the legend – and how the angry man of punk finally found real happiness in the country life.

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How to remember Joe Strummer? It’s a question being asked around the world, as the 10th anniversary of the singer’s untimely death approaches. To his legion of devoted fans, the leader of the Clash was a rebel genius – the John Lennon of his generation, according to his front-page obituary in The Independent. His sloganeering lyrics, fuelled by anger, idealism and the call for justice and unity, empowered the social consciences of countless thousands. But the woman he knew as “Luce” remembers a very different character to the public image of punk’s poet hurtling down the Westway of life.

“He was quite quiet when I met him,” she says. “He wasn’t doing anything, just living at home – he wasn’t out with the posse. I became more and more aware of his charm, shall we say, as I got to know him.”

Nearly a decade has passed since Strummer fell victim to an undiagnosed heart defect on 22 December 2002 – which is already a longer time than the nine years the former Lucinda Mellor spent in his life. His influence is probably greater now than when they first met at a Hampshire funfair in 1993, and his star will shine even brighter this anniversary year. But for all of Strummer’s lasting international adulation, it is Lucinda who remains the principal keeper of his flame. And she is anxious that her recollection of their time together will not be distorted by myth. “He was always a hero to lots of people and he was always a hero to me – and I’d like to believe I don’t think any more or less of him since he’s died,” she says. “I’d like to think I haven’t glorified him or looked through rose-tinted spectacles at my life with him. He was special, magnetic.”

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