Is punk coming back again... at least the style? Or is it just another New York August, where people suddenly use the end of summer as an excuse for a change... the New York Times said yesterday in it's style section that certain hairstyles have been making a comeback... I remember going to see the movie Grease in 1978, at Mamaroneck theater in Mamaroneck New York... it was a hot summer day, and my friends and myself and my brother piled into my 1968 Station Wagon, and then spent the later part of an afternoon staring at Olivia Newton John. We were (of course) oblivious to the thirty-something men and women who had really been there in 1959, and had come to see the movie with us to relive their memories. As we all know, there is a big difference between what really happened 'back then', and our candy-coated-happy memories of those 'good times'. I saw some Punk Rock 'Collection' toted on iTunes recently... the ones on their list were not even on mine in 1978... in fact, some of the groups toted as Punk Rock fav's on their album, were considered "also-ran's" at the time. I remember Elvis Costello, The Damned, Sex Pistols, the B-52's, Debbie Harry of Blondie...Lena Lovich, Wreckless Eric, Madness, Sting and the Police and of course Generation X. New York had CBGB's, Studio 54 at 254 W. 54th, and the Mudd Club at 77 White street (as of October '78). The summers were just as hot and everyone felt young and it would never end and everyone older passed you on the street and they were not invited to the party. Movies help to warp our memories, as if thos memories wouldn't do it all by themselves anyway; like a 33 rpm Stiff record album, left on a hot radiator.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Good Times
Is punk coming back again... at least the style? Or is it just another New York August, where people suddenly use the end of summer as an excuse for a change... the New York Times said yesterday in it's style section that certain hairstyles have been making a comeback... I remember going to see the movie Grease in 1978, at Mamaroneck theater in Mamaroneck New York... it was a hot summer day, and my friends and myself and my brother piled into my 1968 Station Wagon, and then spent the later part of an afternoon staring at Olivia Newton John. We were (of course) oblivious to the thirty-something men and women who had really been there in 1959, and had come to see the movie with us to relive their memories. As we all know, there is a big difference between what really happened 'back then', and our candy-coated-happy memories of those 'good times'. I saw some Punk Rock 'Collection' toted on iTunes recently... the ones on their list were not even on mine in 1978... in fact, some of the groups toted as Punk Rock fav's on their album, were considered "also-ran's" at the time. I remember Elvis Costello, The Damned, Sex Pistols, the B-52's, Debbie Harry of Blondie...Lena Lovich, Wreckless Eric, Madness, Sting and the Police and of course Generation X. New York had CBGB's, Studio 54 at 254 W. 54th, and the Mudd Club at 77 White street (as of October '78). The summers were just as hot and everyone felt young and it would never end and everyone older passed you on the street and they were not invited to the party. Movies help to warp our memories, as if thos memories wouldn't do it all by themselves anyway; like a 33 rpm Stiff record album, left on a hot radiator.
