Happy birthday to emphatic hollering, deadly irony, 3-ish chords, melodic basslines, and ... ME! The legacy of the Sex Pistols and I, we're almost the same age, apparently. Punk begat "Me Bleak Industrial Town" music (ah, more Mancuians!) approx. 30 years ago, starting with The Buzzcocks. In addition, future members of Joy Division, The Fall, and a young man named Steven Patrick Morrissey were all there too, according to one of my favorite music writers/tastemakers/persons of interest, Paul Morley -- who just also happened to be there as well.
Sex Pistols -- Pretty Vacant
The Buzzcocks -- I Don't Mind
Joy Division -- She's Lost Control
The Fall -- Victoria
The Smiths -- There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
Meanwhile, in case you think we're being too UK-centric, Jeffrey Lewis fills you in on how this all actually all began on the Lower East Side of our beloved NYC, starting with Harry Smith and all his records and ending with Malcolm McLaren's pre-Sex Pistols proteges, The New York Dolls, in "The History of Punk on the Lower East Side," a seven-minute didactic anti-folk song (download the mp3 here). It's pure genius.
The last thing the sweet, sweet bartender said last night was "Enjoy your hangover." Oh, how right he was! There was no better way to usher in my 30th birthday than seeing one of my favorite bands at a bear-and-leatherman-friendly gay dive bar and then subjecting various friends and members of the band in question to my favorite shot, the Cowboy Cocksucker (oh yes, really!). It was fantastic, all of it.
Sex Pistols -- Pretty Vacant
The Buzzcocks -- I Don't Mind
Joy Division -- She's Lost Control
The Fall -- Victoria
The Smiths -- There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
Meanwhile, in case you think we're being too UK-centric, Jeffrey Lewis fills you in on how this all actually all began on the Lower East Side of our beloved NYC, starting with Harry Smith and all his records and ending with Malcolm McLaren's pre-Sex Pistols proteges, The New York Dolls, in "The History of Punk on the Lower East Side," a seven-minute didactic anti-folk song (download the mp3 here). It's pure genius.
The last thing the sweet, sweet bartender said last night was "Enjoy your hangover." Oh, how right he was! There was no better way to usher in my 30th birthday than seeing one of my favorite bands at a bear-and-leatherman-friendly gay dive bar and then subjecting various friends and members of the band in question to my favorite shot, the Cowboy Cocksucker (oh yes, really!). It was fantastic, all of it.
posted by cindy hotpoint at 12:00:00 PM
3 Comments:
i'm sorry i wasn't there to experience the only thing fouler than brokeback mountains at the hanger bar. happy birthday, BFF. ;)
tonight: "if you were a flavor of vitamin water, what flavor would you be and what vitamins and nutrients would you contain? i just happen to be drinking a vitamin water right now. formula 50 to be exact. this is 'you fuck like my dad.'"
Thank you for being my BFF, lady. You rule. Believe me, I don't think you wanted a Cowboy Cocksucker on top of all that wine. It's the sweetest, most deadly shot of ALL TIME. That being said, let's do some tonight! Tee-hee.
OMG ANNIE HARDY IS MY HERO.
Tonight, we be Giant Draggin' it. Aww, yeah.
http://www.myspace.com/giantdrag
Annie likes commenting on water. When she was here she was drinking nirvana-brand water, which she remarked "tastes like grunge."
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