I was flipping through the online screen guide of the television tonite to see what I was going to watch prior to going out and meeting some friends for drinks. I was thinking I would turn on the "retro" music channel and clean a little bit. But no. Um what do I spy? The Clash on Music Choice. It is all chopped up with Public Service announcements which actually isn't a bad thing and more than appropos.
I have always loved the Clash. I got turned onto them with this radio show on KBCO that was on Sunday nights run by some British guy who if memory serves correct was an Engineering student at C U at the time. He played the hell out of them. I was 13 or 14. I walked around this regional BBYO convention with this huge boombox that I won at a yoyo competition playing this tape that I had taped from this radio show just cranking The Clash. Lost in the Supermarket over and over and over.
And then over the years I got more and more into it.
I got to stay up late one night and watched them play Sandinista on Saturday Night Live. Begged and hollered and begged to see them at Red Rocks (I was way too young and there was no way my parents would shlep up there so I could see them) and nearly peed my pants when they opened for the Rolling Stones in Boulder and I was old enough to find someone besides my parents to go with.
It was a Sunday afternoon at like three when they played. I was home by 8. I still to this day have to believe that my parents knew that I went, but I lied and said I was going to a bbyo function or something and was home by like 9 that night. I can honestly say I have never seen the stones. But I saw the Clash.
And tonite... this was just the kick in the ass that I needed.
I was going to go out in a futile effort to shrug, but no, I think its going to be completely different. I am in a better mood. Thinking about F, going to have a drink, and know Train in Vain is perhaps the best damn song ever written.
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