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In loving memory of Joey Dee Dee Johnny and Tommy Ramone

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Let the Bad Times Roll (westerberg)
In loving memory of Joey Dee Dee Johnny and Tommy Ramone
All the original Ramones are dead. Tommy Ramone (née Erdelyi), a Hungarian Jew from Forest Hills died today at 65. They all died so young. They must have done some serious pill popping and glue huffing back in the late 70's and 80's because these dudes should still be alive and reuniting. DeeDee used to get sloshed and then-some at 5 Burros on Austin St.. These were Queens guys. Forest Hills guys. And they were, hands down, the greatest Punk band ever. Arguably, the first and only, through and through punk band. The Clash and The Sex Pistols were influenced by THEM! The oddest thing about them is their neighborhood of origin. Forest Hills, Queens, is a place of old ladies. Asian ones, Jewish ones, Irish, and German old ladies too. Even the young ladies of Forest Hills are, essentially, old ladies. Even the young men of Forest Hills, are themselves too, a bunch of old ladies (myself included, and quite proudly I might add). It's a town of good public schools and old sturdy banking institutions and stickball games in schoolyards. A "one fare zone"; a straight Subway shot to the heart of the city. It's 6-story apartment buildings and countless pharmacies for all the physiologically ill. It's also the home of gentle folk legends, Simon & Garfunkel. And the great.... David Caruso. And yet, amidst all these regular upper middle class families, shopping, hopping & bopping until they dropped, up and down the "Penny Lane" of Queens, arose four dudes who embedded themselves in their shared identities as outsiders, delinquents, malcontents, and anarchists. Even going so far as to cut their hair alike. And that common bond, that singular vision, that alienation, that tragically co-dependent union excreted a sound, recognizable nationwide, and the whole world over, as the blisteringly apathetic angst of an entire generation. RIP Ramones
@DaveKrumholtz in http://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1s2f3dd
Me at 17: hanging out by myself, listening to The Ramones, thinking about how much shit sucks. Me at 20: hanging out by myself, listening to The Ramones, thinking about how much shit sucks.
Celebrating today by listening to Rush