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Ramblin'
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go soundtrack:
"How I Learned to Love Armor"
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This
portrait of Joe Strummer was donated for Rob Skane
and Howe Glassman's annual Clash tribute/food bank
benefit in December of 2005. It was purchased (and
photo provided by) Matt MacHaffie.
Joe
was the king, and he is actively missed by all who
knew and loved The Clash. In May 2006, I also debuted
my own musical tribute, "Joe
Strummer" -- sung to the tune of the labor classic
"Joe Hill" -- at Caffe Lena in Saratoga
Springs.
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| July
1978. Newly 14, wet behind the ears, "Because
the Night'' roaring out of summer radios. "Horses"
in the house, spinning black, "the boy looked at
Johnny...," and so on. The 27th finally came, the
holy hour, Patti Smith at the Palace Theatre. Rock as
church. Patti once said, "my belief in rock'n'roll
gave me a kind of strength that other religions couldn't
come close to." I knew what she meant that night.
She changed my life, I became a disciple. Forever. |
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| April
2005. Just days before my 41st year. The
16th, in a church, Emanuel Baptist. St. Patti and I
spend the afternoon rehearsing, laughing, performing.
Every moment spent alone in my room, guitar in hand
-- redeemed. I am high on rebellion..."i've broken
through and I'm free and could dig into eternity riding
the wave and the realm of the E." We play, we sing.
We offer "People Have the Power" as a prayer.
It is one of the rawest, purest moments of my life.
Forever. |
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"In
art and dream may you proceed with abandon.
In life may you proceed with balance and stealth."
~Patti
Smith
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Joe Strummer
i dreamed i saw joe strummer last night, alive as you or
me.
says i, "but joe, you're three years gone,"
"i never died," says he, "i never died,"
says he.
"in london, joe," says i and i, him standing
by my bed,
"your heart stopped and you were done,"
says joe, "but i ain't dead," says joe, "but
i ain't dead."
"the record bosses killed you, joe, they got you,
joe," says i.
"takes more than clear channel to kill a man,"
says joe, "i didn't die," says joe, "i didn't
die."
and standing there like staggerlee, and smiling big as
life,
joe says, "what they forgot to kill,
went on tour in the afterlife, went on tour in the afterlife."
"joe strummer ain't dead," he says to me, "joe
strummer ain't never died.
wherever young punks know their rights
joe strummer is at their side, joe strummer is at their
side."
"from moscow to minnesota, in winter and in summer,
when kids starts bands in garageland,"
says he, "you'll find joe strummer," says he,
"you'll find joe strummer."
i dreamed i saw joe strummer last night, alive as you or
me.
says i, "but joe, you're three years gone,"
"i never died," says he "i never died,"
says he.
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