Severin the Wanderer:
"I love these kids, like I love the Ponys, Good Shoes and Bloc Party. All so full of blood, piss and vinegar. I know what Pete Townsend meant when he told the "rough boys" he wanted to kiss them. Wh..."
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Severin the Wanderer:
"I love these kids, like I love the Ponys, Good Shoes and Bloc Party. All so full of blood, piss and vinegar. I know what Pete Townsend meant when he told the "rough boys" he wanted to kiss them. When I hear this song I think of loitering outside the Mudd Club on hot summer nights, drinking warm beer from a paper bag in the full knowledge that the music filtering out through the smoke and chatter was the most important, revolutionary art in the world, and that we who understood this were privileged above all others. Music was joy, as simple as that. It was freedom and art and it was glorious. In 1979 music meant Patti Smith and Blondie and the Contortions and the Ramones and the Heartbreakers and 999 and Lydia Lunch and Model Citizens and Pere Ubu and Lou Reed and a thousand other pissy little bands that were more like boxing clubs than musical acts. Irving Plaza and the Palladium and Max's and CBGB's. Rolling cigarettes on Astor Place, trading tequila shots with Lakota bridge-workers in Downtown Beirut. Riding the Staten Island Ferry with a sweaty Norwegian girl in a leopard-print leotard. And music everywhere, like a soundtrack. Music=Joy=Life. ""
