PUNK
I’ve been warned about wallowing in nostalgia on this Blog and normally I go to The Hob to avoid
it. This was three faces of Punk all on one night - no escape;
Punk died in 78 or perhaps even earlier, when The Clash signed that contract with CBS. I was at the funeral.
Imagine how surprised I was to find that in fact, Punk caught a plane to the U.S. and its been living out there all this time as a West Coast surfer dude. Who knew?
Then it came back for a trip over just to laugh at all us old men – Hey! Look what it came with; new clothes, a suntan and a surfboard. Is that a teeth job and a new accent? I’m all envious.
Then it came back for a trip over just to laugh at all us old men – Hey! Look what it came with; new clothes, a suntan and a surfboard. Is that a teeth job and a new accent? I’m all envious.
This is the angry face of ‘T and the Mugs’ – this is me looking in the mirror;
Their numbers included ‘It’s Bullshit’ and a song in praise of the sawn-off shotgun. Well, it is punk after all and this was all their own stuff, in-your-face-up-for-it punk rock. Who do you know like that?
Why is it that only old men get angry these days? Because it's only old men like me who remember that there is no reason why the world can't be made a better place and we don't understand why nobody else wants to try.
Loud and furious but not quite so angry.
Happy, good time music. Loud and punky but with harmonies and music in there. I had fun and nothing wrong with that - Yo Dude!
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