Posted: 01 Mar 2015 03:54 AM PST
The bass player
picks from the hip,
clings to his phallic guitar.
the lead singer
falls on the microphone,
holds it like a woman,
leers lupine at the audience.
You can't sing – scream.
You can't dance –
bounce up and down.
On the crest of a new wave
their day is marked by the tide.
24 September 1978
I was a seventeen-year-old civil servant when punk arrived late in 1976 and I know this sounds terrible to say considering how young I was but I was already too old-fashioned, too established to embrace the punk lifestyle except in spirit. I agreed wholeheartedly, however, with what Bob Geldof said in 1979 on the revived Juke Box Jury that punk was the enema the music industry needed at that time. It was. I recorded the whole of Punk Britannia when it was shown back in 2012 and I watched it during one of my wife's trips to the States and I have to say I got terribly nostalgic. Carrie is not only an American but twelve years older than me and at the time I was enthralled by the Sex Pistols and The Stranglers she was bringing up two kids and listening to country music so my fascination is somewhat lost on her although she is tolerant. She wasn't here in 1977; she doesn't get it. During another one of her trips I watched the documentary series The Seventies. I found it fascinating. I really didn't remember things being as bleak as they clearly were and I actually look back on the latter half of the seventies with genuine affection; I had some good times then. 'Holidays in the Sun' was my favourite Sex Pistols track at the time and The Stranglers' 'No More Heroes' never leaves my all-time Top Ten. Before Carrie comes back from her trips I usually give the house a bit of a spring clean (irrespective of the actual season) and quite often while doing that I'll stick on The Best Punk Album in The World ... Ever! or something like that that and crank up the volume a bit.
'Punks' was first published in Sepia #9 (incorrectly numbered #10).
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