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we're not kids anymore.
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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YOU ARE THE REASON

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occasionally subtle
Peter Solarz

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trying on a metaphor
Three Goblin Art
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I WOULD HAVE GONE TO SEE THEM AT COACHELLA
Veronica Lake
Tommy Ramone *January 29, 1949
Much respect for Mark and CJ, and Clem, and Richie, but this is the Ramones. For me. Of course, it's not my call. I know they all played a role in keeping the Ramones legacy alive. But those 4 guys, Thomas Erdelyi, John Cummings, Doug Colvin, and Jeffery Hyman created something that is elemental, influential, primal, and a representation of rock music with no bullshit, no nonsense, dead serious and funny all at once.
From 1975 to 1980, Danny Fields managed the Ramones, and photographed them constantly. He shares those photos – from his new book My Ramones
"We had not a word, not a clue, that they would be feted when they came to London in July 1976. How did this happen? We can’t get to Pittsburgh, but they want us in London? That happened because Seymour and Linda Stein who ran Sire Records, the Ramones’ label, had great connections in London and they were part-time Londoners. People say: “What did you know about the London scene before you came?” Nothing. Then I get asked: “Do you know what happened in the wake of your leaving?” No, we were back in New York. But it was wonderful to meet fans, and it was wonderful there were so many musicians there. It was wonderful that Johnny Rotten asked Arturo if it was safe to go into the dressing room or would they beat him up? No, they’re not going to beat up someone from another country in another city. We had to go through a great deal of being asked: “What are you going to do to change the world? How are you going to get rid of capitalism.” But the Ramones were: “You’ve got a heatwave, why haven’t you get air conditioning? Why can’t I get ice cubes?” That was we were worried about, ice cubes." -Danny Fields
I am working on expanding my thoughts on Ramones on my Substack blog "Acquired Tastes" https://johnpauloneil.substack.com/s/music-reviews-and-writing
Record Label History: Factory Records (FAC 33)
New Order
Ceremony (1981)
Klaus Nomi, January 24, 1944 – August 6, 1983.
So unique, so singular.
My first introduction was the appearance in URGH, A Music War. I'm not going to say that it "changed my life" or anything that silly. I just took it for what it was. A highlight in a film of highlights. I took it for granted that it was an expression of what it was, artistic and revelatory, visually striking and musically ornate and compelling. A little too elaborate for my sensibility at the time, where I was trying to find my own voice, but it stuck to me.
You can admire and enjoy something without having to imitate it. It can influence you without having to reproduce it. The best inspirations affect you underneath the surface, internally, without being overt tributes.
Gone too soon.
King Records, Cincinnati, Ohio
In memory of the great unforgettable Malcolm Owen 💔
December 12, 1953 – July 14, 1980
The Ruts - Staring at the Rude Boys TOTP 1980
Connie Francis, 1958 (via: nytimes)
I was so enamored with Connie Francis records. The soundtrack to "Where The Boys Are" was around my house growing up. I loved the over the top theatricality of her voice.
I collected a lot of the records in the Eighties, when I was first working at a record store in Eugene. I must admit that my interest was reawakened by her tabloid struggles then, because I could relate, and I was being an asshole. But I still loved the music.
Forgive us the pretenses of our youth.
Remembering Poly Styrene 💔
July 3, 1957 - April 25, 2011
X-Ray Spex - Old Grey Whistle Test 1978 - Art-I-Ficial
What a great band. I acquired Germ Free Adolescents much much later, for various reasons such as lack of funds, bad timing, etc etc. But I did find the World Turned Dayglo single, and the Oh Bondage single, both on 7", were constantly played, and are favorites of mine to this day.
The yelp, the sax, the riff, that guitar playing. All perfect. The inventive, barbed, playful and pointed words. The stage presence. She was a star, a real star. Compelling to watch. She was herself.
Marianne Joan Elliott-Said (3 July 1957 – 25 April 2011),known by the stage name Poly Styrene
You left us too soon.
This is a rocking shop!!
Esther Bubley Listening to Music in a Record Store, New York City c.1957
Listen in
stylish!
A genius, and a queen. VROOOOOOOOOM!
Here in the Spacebar for a final time. On a Sunday. Having a Trail Pass on the couch in the new backroom that Will told me about back in July.
I’m sad that it has come to this. The fog of war, and the haze of recriminations and finger pointing, the broken relationships, and the inevitable mudslinging that happens if you dare to stick your head up, to do something, anything! more than sit at home and complain.
One of the things about trying is that you will make mistakes, miscalculate, and fail as often as you succeed. That’s part of the deal. Ironic that it happened in an arcade.
I will always be loyal to my friends. I was happy here, even though I didn’t fit in, I was welcomed, and I tried my best to contribute. I keep thinking I could have done more, helped more, played better music, served the cause in a way that would have prevented this end. No matter. I played a very small part in this enterprise, and I will always be grateful to Will for trusting me with a Saturday night,and letting me contribute to the dream, and for daring to have the dream in the first place. Even though my video game era was years in the past, I appreciated the energy, and the decor, and the constant parade of interesting wildlife coming through the door, and past the booth. Much love to DJ IGA for trusting me to take care of his idea and for making me spin records again. I truly love it.
What is next for me? I don’t know yet. There are not many places that my thing fits, and you got to get in where you fit in. So, it remains to be seen. I’m just going to get over it now, and see what turns up.
Careerist: I am not a careerist.
Mossback.
Not mine.