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16 April 2001


9:07 PM:


There was this guy that I knew from junior high in Ukiah, I think, but anyway I hung out with him a lot when I moved to Napa for 8th grade. He was a strange guy in a strange setting. The walls of his room was covered with Playboy and Penthouse centerfolds, for instance. For a 14 (15? however old junior high kids are) year old boy to want to do this is not surprising. For his parents to let him, that was too weird.

Anyways, at some point, he took to wearing dog collars to school, because now he was a Punk Rocker, and this all came from some band he'd found called The Ramones. I didn't have anything better to do, I listened to it.

Fuckin' A.

But man, do you realize that it was like years until "punk rock" became something that people had heard of, and then only because there were English bands doing it? I remember hearing "God Save The Queen" for the first time and thinking, What is the big deal about this? It's a pop song, right?

A permanent highlight of my life was the Thanksgiving I spent in Manhattan with the president of the Ramones Fan Club. Sweartagawd. The Ramones have just been so key, so many times...

And now Joey's dead? Joey?

That is just too fucked up.



Guess I'll have to break the news
That I got no mind to lose
All the girls are in love with me
I'm a teenage lobotomy!
Lobotomy!
Lobotomy!
Lobotomy!
Lobotomy!





Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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