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!