Long ago, in another galaxy far away, I worked in rock
and roll. Not in the snort my own body weight in cocaine during the road trip
rock and roll. More the play the records from people who made the music and, if
lucky get to converse with them sometimes aspect of the business. It’s a
living.
Jello Biafra and the Dead Kennedys were a band of that
era about whom I had heard and read a great deal without ever knowing very much
about them or their music. Now, in an era of relentless visuals that may (or
may not) have anything to do with the music, auto-tune (which has nothing to do
with music at all) twerking and anacondas of all kinds, much of their body of
work seems quaint and semi-sepia toned in terms of whom we are now.
That’s why I love a story like this. And if you’re an old dog like me in search
of celebrating new tricks, be advised the concert was in the Belly Up Tavern
in Solana
Beach, California, not LA’s The Roxy or the once and
future Capitol Theater in Passaic, New Jersey (where I
took Genevieve F (before she broke my heart) to enjoy Fleetwood Mac and no one in the band looked like Mick
Fleetwood or John McVie, because they weren’t there; the manager owned the name
and packaged some musicians to cash in on the band).
From Holiday in Cambodia to folks horizontal bopping
during the instrumental break. And thank goodness for Roadkill TV News to rush
this story to our video screens (I love the exclusive visual you offered me).
My favorite part was catching a glimpse in the extreme wide shot of a coming attraction on the marquee for Tower of Power. Talk about putting the hard into so
very hard to go.
-bill kenny
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