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She said that the cool air kept her there. That every time she tried to leave, another storm would roll in, and the electricity that the lighting injected into the air would trap her on the ground. She called the clouds "lead blankets," she called the city lights "fairies" and the honking horns and shouting voices were "lullabies." She called the spire "home" and named each raindrop.
taken: January 6, 2005 in Athens, Greece
I'm reaching back into my bags of old photos to post some stuff that I've had around for a while. Let me know what you think!
I'm going to say this slowly so you can process it: CBGB. Is. Closing. Down.
Go ahead. Process that. If you're like me, this will come as a shock. CBGB has been around since forever, and was one of the mainstays of the "fuck you" rock attitude. 70's punk was born in this place -Television, The Ramones, Blondie - which gives CBGB the right to it's self-assigned title "The Home of Rock 'n Roll."
Gridskipper sums up the final 5 night of shows in this, very accurate way:
The farewell show on October 15th, featuring Ms. [Patti] Smith, is sold out but there are other less-as-good shows still available. And let's face it, CBGB was always known less for the quality of music and more for the stench of cigarettes, piss and sweat, that is, the stench of rock n' roll.
