Feels like the end of an era. Because it is.
I had scarcely posted my previous blog entry about the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, when I read that Tommy Ramone, last surviving member of The Ramones, had died. The Ramones. Wow. They furnished a big part of the soundtrack of my California years.
Listening to The Ramones made me feel like a city girl, like someone who went to gallery openings and could walk into LA’s warehouse district alone at night, without being afraid. Like I was cool enough go out for breakfast on a Sunday morning, still wearing my club clothes.
I get excited when I hear “Sheena is a Punk Rocker”. I still jump around and sing wildly to “I Wanna Be Sedated.” My husband thinks I’m nuts. But that pop/punk/trash/danceable sound, that mix of humor and danger, it was like nothing I’d heard before and it still gets me every time.
It was as if the Beach Boys and Black Sabbath had a baby – and that baby refused to sleep.
So, to commemorate the end of an era, the end of The Ramones – here’s another pic from my stop in Cleveland at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum.
“Adios Amigos” – and Gabba Gabba Hey.