The near side was out of date and had at the top
11 MONTROSEwhich was unfortunate because I would really love to see Ronnie Montrose in a small venue like that but we had other plans back then (anniversary, San Francisco, Giants game). Under that was a bunch of other crap I forget and as I drove along, looking at about two hundred kids in their twenties and late teens, grunged out in their jeans and t-shirts and other pseudo-punk summer deadbeat attire, I went through the usual exercise of trying to remember what day it was.
11th was a Friday and so was the 18th so 19, 20, 21, 22, ah! today's the 22nd
In the middle of the far side of the sign it said
22 BROKENCYDEand I thought, who the fuck is that? Pretty dog gamn popular today. Wiki says they're pretty shitty.
"fucking horrendous"
"a mockery to the world of music"
"a Slipknot-Cher duet"
"a near-perfect snapshot of everything that’s shit about this point in the culture"
"even if I caught Prince Harry and Gary Glitter adorned in Nazi regalia defecating through my grandmother’s letterbox I would still consider making them listen to this album too severe a punishment."
Good God! Sounds like rock and roll to me.
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Every time I read the Prince Harry/Gary Glitter comment I laugh out loud.
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