With elections approaching, I’m reminded of Kerri Strug, the itsy-bitsy US gymnast who won hearts when she cracked her ankle, yet managed to smile though it.
“I’m writing you up. You and your whole Starbuck’s Coffee klatch-rock are finished. Bend over.” “But why, man?” “Because I care.” “Agggggggggggggggggggggggh.”
Seventeen guitars were smashed at the first show. By the time the band broke up, he had smashed 700 guitars, most of them donated, all but the first, stolen.
Our THIRD ANNIVERSARY ISSUE. We put it on the cover, wrote long-winded essays about the trials and undulations, and even reprinted some of our best quotes.
The frightening truth is the people running this country are exactly who they appear to be: damn fools who run around shaking hands and making inane statements.
The press was calling him “the new Lennon” and all that. I told him, “You got it all wrong, Kurty-boy, someone has to shoot YOU.” We had a giggle over that one.