My life now has no meaning... OK, well, it might not have really had much meaning before this morning anyways... I realized last year when the famous club CBGB closed its doors that I never got off my lazy ass and went there. Shit, I've only made two trips to New York City in my life, and neither time did I make the effort to go see the club where some of my favorite bands have played.
For those of us living under a rock, CBGB was opened in 1973 by Hilly Kristal, who died yesterday after a long bout with lung cancer. He opened the club to have a place for Country and Bluegrass bands to perform but ended up catering to a growing punk rock crowd all through the 70's and 80's. Great Punk Rock bands such as The Ramones, The Talking Heads, Blondie, Patti Smith, and countless other aspiring rock bands spent time on-stage at CBGB.
I think, in honor of Mr. Kristal's memory, and the memory of CBGB and the musicians that played there... I will listen to EVERY album I have on my shelf that I can trace back there... we're talking the Police, Talking Heads, Ramones, and I'm sure I have a few others.
Shit, I guess I should go get some beer. All their music tends to make me want to drink and get crazy so I'm thinking skinny dipping will commence around noon.
See you at the pool!!!
Heitz
2 comments:
Wow -- Too bad there was no predecessor to keep the dream alive! Heitz -- This could be your calling. All you have to do is get your tail up there and give the Ramones a quick call and...wala!
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