It’s the last thing I would have ever expected to be true, but I actually got something good in my spam folder today: no doubt thanks to my having mentioned mlife’s desire to have their customers pile in the back seat and generate steam heat, someone put me on their Ramones spam list, and let me know that King Biscuit (of Flower Hour fame) is releasing a 27 song CD: The Ramones – Live NYC 1978, recorded at the Palladium in New York a week after the London concert that produced It’s Alive. I’ll have to figure some way to get some moral distance from the spammer, which certainly means not buying from King Biscuit directly, since their affiliate program’s partly at fault, but I’ll have to have it anyway, somehow.
It’s hard to say what the Ramones would sound like to someone coming to them with fresh ears now, but back then, the year that brought us It’s Alive and the US release of The Clash also brought us (courtesy of VH1’s potential nightmare-to-be, I Love The 70s, because my memory for tripe isn’t that great) the Bee Gees, Peaches and Herb (oh, God, I can hear it now, make it stop), Rod Stewart’s Do Ya Think I’m Sexy? (no, and I’ve hated that song for twenty four years now, you bastard), or, for “hard” rock, such delights as Foreigner’s Head Games, and with that I can’t even go on any more. When we scratch our long white beards and talk about punk being like a breath of fresh air, we don’t mean like stepping outside the office for a breath, we mean like being trapped in an airtight basement with three hundred rotting skunk carcasses, and then having someone slap a mask hooked to a tank of pure oxygen on your face. Come August 19th, I’ll be sucking down another lungful.