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Birth Of Punk Rock
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Birth Of Punk Rock

An aging warehouse with a cement floor,
broken glass, and swooning walls.
Proud of its code violations.
No ads or radio spots, you just had to
know this was the place.
Before the Dead Kennedys came on,
some other band played “Sit On My
Face, Stevie Nicks.” In the parking lot,
Some boys too young for facial hair
mocked my pal’s beard, “I’ll
bet you were at Woodstock, ” one
sneered. This was an epithet? I wish
I had been at Woodstock. I would have
stayed for Jimi after everyone else left.
Now it’s too late and it always will be.

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Comments (7)

I commented on this a year ago. Read it again, just for kicks. Yep, it still rocks.
one of my best nights was seeing the Dead Kennedys, Social Distortion and X share a venue, although 'venue' may be too proper a word. Next time, I'd tell them real music never needed MTV. Nice write!
goddamn, how did i ever miss this one? wow. this ranks up there as one of my Favourites. nicely done, Michael. Jake
Absolutely loved the end. It has a real note of sadness, of wanting. If I had been born early enough, I would not have missed Woodstock for the world, 'course I porbably would have been into a lot more drugs, too, and it's sad that the world always seems to move on. I was definitely transported with this one. Well done!
Superb ending with a note of regret - I sympathize! Get a sense of time having moved on as if your friend and yourself are 'left overs' from a different plate of food i.e. past trend, fashion or style. Enjoyable!
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