I grew up on the cusp of punk rock. In fact, I’m still just an old straight-edger. I slammed when it was cathartic. I made the trek up to Los Angeles to record KROQ on tapes. This was the only way to listen to get “new music” in the wastelands of San Diego when the rest of the minions were swaying to “Eye of the Tiger.” In other words, late 70’s and early 80’s new wave and punk rock is more than a quaint style to me.
This may explain why I am physically sick right now.
Don’t tell me Henry Rollins will be singing TV Party on sesame street with Big Bird. Jodie Foster’s Army doing a commercial for Cokes and Snickers? Better yet, the Teletubbies introducing a new Crass creature that has the mangled head of Queen Elizabeth?
Where is Ian McKaye?
We need someone to lay down the law and stop this madness. Please, Ian, come to our rescue again.