I came across this whilst wandering around Half Price Books last night. It called my name to the scream of a punk beat. “I’m yours, yours, YOURS, Maeeedezzzzzzzzzzz!”
Route 19 Revisited
How could I resist, especially on the eve of Joe’s birthday?
Route 19 Revisited, The Clash and London Calling
He would have been 60 years old today.
*From Clash City Rockers by The Clash
“A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.”-Edgar Allan Poe
For one day only, I’m switching from literature to punk, from the imagination to concrete humanity. Today is dedicated to Joe, on what would have been his 60th birthday. He had a heart bigger than the world, and lyrical ability to match. With compassion, clarity, and righteous anger, he, along with George Bernard Shaw*, pointed me in the only direction I am meant to face.
One of my favourite songs by The Clash.
My wedding song.
I still cry when I watch this video.
*If you think they are an odd pair to be so heavily influenced by, in equal and often parallel measure, please check out the Pinterest board I have dedicated to them: As Far as Thought Can Reach. It might not offer an intellectual explanation, but it is fun to see them side by side.
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