Ramones

Judy is a Punk

Ramones – Judy is a Punk

Right place, right time. When it comes to impact on my musical tastes, I think growing up in the New York City suburbs in the 70s is as much a factor as having older siblings. The two go hand in hand. Had we lived somewhere farther away from the epicenter of punk, maybe my siblings would have been listening to cheesy radio rock. Instead we lived just a dozen miles outside the city and my brother was the right age to be totally sold on the Ramones.

It’s not like we actually lived in the city, or like my brother was hanging out at CBGB’s or anything like that. And it was a couple of years after the album came out before my brother had his copy. Before my dad moved out things were pretty strict and the best course of action was to lay low and not make waves. Once my dad moved out my brother grew his hair long, got contact lenses, started wearing ripped jeans, etc.

I don’t have much more to say about the Ramones, other than that they set the stage for the next wave of albums.

I Wanna Be Sedated

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Ramones – I Wanna Be Sedated

Half the day I spent trying to think of what song would capture how I’m feeling on this last day of Obama’s presidency. This one hit me past the 24-hours-to-go mark but I’m still going to post it. I’ve never been one for drugs but I’m currently on my third glass of wine. I have a feeling I’m not alone.

I wish I could be out somewhere in a mosh pit tonight. I went to the eye doctor yesterday and as part of the exam, they took my blood pressure. It’s elevated, though not alarmingly high, and it’s risen despite there being no changes to my life other than the impending disaster tomorrow. I blame the Cheeto.

We have to come up with something to use for all the stuff we are going to blame Fuckface von Clownstick for going forward. It can’t be, “Thanks, Twitler” because “Thanks, Obama” has to remain as is. I love that it transcended the slap it was meant to convey and instead became a rallying point. I want to come up with something clever, but which can’t be flipped to be a positive for the Orange Toddler. Please submit suggestions.

Tomorrow I plan to not watch or listen to any coverage from DC. I will be with friends and listening to music and trying not to freak the fuck out. Stay strong, friends. ✊