My friend just reminded me that today is the 32 anniversary of the Clash's debut album. Shit, does that make my old.
Not so much, I could listen to this and feel 17 again. I can feel the Palladium balcony bouncing under my feet. I can see the words coming out of Joe Stummer's toothless mouth from the front row of Bonds. Just because I am 45 now does not mean that my 17 year old self is not still in me.
Turn up volume to max and stand up for best effect !!!
I found out about Joe Strummer's death the morning he died. All day I listened to the radio waiting for a tribute. WNEW did nothing all day. Nothing. They were in the middle of changing their format (from crap to shit), but they were the only Rock and Roll station in NYC.
I called them in the evening. The DJ answered. I told him that I was the market of their radio station and they were treating me like shit. I said "Joe Strummer has been dead all day and you have done nothing....... I am now 39 years old but HE WAS THE VOICE OF MY TEENAGE ANGER." I was really pissed, The DJ told me they were working on it, then he asked me all sorts of stupid questions. I realized I was being interviewed.
A half hour later they used me to introduce their "tribute". They turned my anger at them for ignoring the death of a man who changed the face of music into just anger. They they played Train in Vain and some other sell out song.
I am glad WNEW is history.