November 21, 2010
Checked out a screening of D.O.A. at the Silent Movie Theatre last night. It was really good, showing performances from Generation X, Rich Kids, The Clash, The Dead Boys, many other bands, and a lot of footage of The Sex Pistols including their last performance and an attempted interview with Sid (and Nancy).
It was also kind of a weird blast from the past. Even though everything in the film happened before I was born, it featured an early performance from a band that I worked with a couple years ago, a British punk band called Sham 69 (“If The Kids Are United”). I knew those guys when they were in their forties, if not pushing fifty. And all of a sudden halfway through the film there a couple of them were, in their late teens/early twenties, looking exactly the same and playing a song that sounded exactly the same as it did during our tour—when they were playing it thirty years later. It brought back a couple nice memories.
Of course the night wouldn’t be complete without an awkward “take a picture in front of the poster!” moment where my roommate kept insisting I do so, and I kept refusing. She (sneakily) won. And I was dressed like my Grandma.

Checked out a screening of D.O.A. at the Silent Movie Theatre last night. It was really good, showing performances from Generation X, Rich Kids, The Clash, The Dead Boys, many other bands, and a lot of footage of The Sex Pistols including their last performance and an attempted interview with Sid (and Nancy).

It was also kind of a weird blast from the past. Even though everything in the film happened before I was born, it featured an early performance from a band that I worked with a couple years ago, a British punk band called Sham 69 (“If The Kids Are United”). I knew those guys when they were in their forties, if not pushing fifty. And all of a sudden halfway through the film there a couple of them were, in their late teens/early twenties, looking exactly the same and playing a song that sounded exactly the same as it did during our tour—when they were playing it thirty years later. It brought back a couple nice memories.

Of course the night wouldn’t be complete without an awkward “take a picture in front of the poster!” moment where my roommate kept insisting I do so, and I kept refusing. She (sneakily) won. And I was dressed like my Grandma.

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