
Daily Diversion #456: The Clash

I even have a yellow dog sleeping at my feet. I’m just missing a gorgeous gown.
My soundtrack for the day:
Another fabulous gift from my mom:
Chris Stein/Negative
Joe Strummer would have been 62 today!
He’s one of the reasons that I am a decent person.
He is missed.
Joe Strummer
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.
I could spend pages waxing eloquently about how Joe, Siouxsie, Ari, Poly, Richard, Lydia and Exene (and so many others) have affected my life, my outlook, my feminism, my humanity, my creativity.