Hello 2013!
I recently returned from New York City from a punk pilgrimage of sorts, where I was greatly depressed by seeing the state of the once legendary punk venue - CBGBs.
The only thing that remains of the former iconic club is the wall with old band posters from gigs now passed. The space is now a John Varvatos clothing store selling rock inspired clothing to poseurs for exorbitant amounts. Is nothing sacred? The punk palace is now a den of thieves.
But isn't that indicative of modern life? The best things are ruins, and the best things are ruined. Our generation deserves its own CBGBs; our own new wave of vitalising culture - not just another shop!
This year we shall chase the moneylenders from the temple!
The visit to Joey Ramone Place inspired this prayer:
Hail Joey, full of haste,
The fury with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst Ramones,
And blessed is the fruit of punk rock music.
Holy Joey, father of punk, pray for us rockers,
Now and at the hour of our deaths.
Hey! Ho! Let's go!
Distortion Forever!
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