"Raise a toast to St. Joe Strummer/I think he might've been our only decent teacher."-"Constructive Summer", The Hold Steady.
I am not writing a lengthy post tonight. I am not working on a story or a review. I am not going to go all literary on you; I'll save that for tomorrow. Business as usual can wait a day. No, tonight I am sitting in my living room, listening to The Clash and drinking a glass of Vodka. That sums up the course of my entire night.
Joe Strummer--one of music's great poets--was born on this date in 1952. He would have been 57. I have raised a toast. Now I am going to down my glass and listen to some more intelligent punk-rock philosophy. Salud!
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