I put in 50 minutes this evening watching "The End of the Century: The Story of the Ramones."
I found it so disturbing that I had to turn it off.
There are certain vices I can relate to and tolerate in others.
Then there are the vices of the Ramones — drugs, crime, homosexual prostitution, nihilistic music — that turn my stomach.
I hate punk. I hate nihilism. I hate anarchy. I hate mess. I hate laziness. I hate drugs and alcohol. I’m creeped out by man on man sex. I’ve got a burning anger for clergy who abuse their position.
Aside from that, I’m a pretty easy going guy. I’ve got a lot of love to give. It’s burning up inside of me. I feel like I’m on fire.
I want someone to douse the flame consuming me.
Doctor, doctor, can’t you see I’m burning, burning?
Oh, hold me now…
Jim emails:
You hate laziness? No more copy-and-paste jobs, then. Please.
And, by the way, the Ramones were, essentially a POP group informed by Spectorpop and ’60s rock…they just played it faster and louder and frosted it all with hysterically funny lyrics. The Ramones, unlike your precious Air Supply (not even a footnote in the annals of pop music), had impact and influence on the music that followed their first release.
