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Lots of folks were at the Joe Strummer thing last night. But lots of folks you never see, and lots of folks you think you'd see, weren't there. Punk spirit, old school, was in the house. I felt safe, for I am old and easily frightened.
Pulling up to Harry's I came across a live Steely Dan Q+A/concert on NPR. Anyone hear this? All I heard was "Josie" and the fact that all their pre-debut album material was jokie. I wish I could have heard all of it.
At Strummer, a good time seemed to be had by all. Andrea and I left at 11:30 because, well, 3 nights in a row of rock and smoke and booze can take its toll.
I missed Group DeVille, I'm sorry. But Rick looked great.
Cyclub played Crass, not Clash, songs. Punks.
The slot I was in (sort of Mudpony, plus me and Katy Schneider, who Andrea recognized as a Smith professor) was a lot of fun. Safe Euro Home, Pressure Drop and a mescaleros song called Johnny Appleseed And even though George explained to me who was going to come up and sing "Brand New Cadillac", I didn't put it together that it was THAT Scott from "Orange Crush"--AKA Zip Cody, a fellow I know well.
The original Maggies did a smash-up job doing White Riot, Hateful and Police on My Back.
Poor Ning's ears must be shot.
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