I bought this CD in London in 2002. At that time I attended an English course for professors in Saffron Walden – a small village in the south of London near Cambridge. This course ran for a total of 4 weeks. The weeks themselves went by relatively quickly, but on the third weekend, on Saturday I went stir-crazy and just wanted to go home.
I sat in my room at my host family’s house in the morning and cultivated my frustration.Not feeling like having a frustration weekend, I decided to go to London, visit the British Museum, and then just walk around the city.
The museum visit was a special experience as usual and shortly after I ended up in a cheap CD store. And there I found, among others, this CD for £1. I discovered on it many favorites out of my punk phase. At that price I didn’t have to think long, I just bought it.
Back in Saffron Walden I grabbed the CD player of the host family, put in this CD and felt really young again. The frustration was gone, I looked forward to the last week with excitement and everything was good again. Have fun listening:
30 records in 30 days goes into the 21st round: no more love songs….
This song is a very nice example of what can happen when you get pulled onto the commercial side of the force. Or in other words: what happens when the hard core punks start making money.The Sex Pistols singer Jonny Lydon founded PIL (Public Image Limited), his personal successor band to the Sex Pistols. The pure punks will have despised him for it, I celebrated him. And by the way: this is not a white sheet of paper, this is the original record cover.
30 records in 30 days goes into the tenth round. My fan club is waiting for new roses.
I can still remember very well the moment when I suddenly came across this wacky record cover in our tedious supermarket in the tedious record corner. After the exact study of the back side it was clear to me that I must have this great piece of music. Although with each record about 1/5 of my pocket money was gone, I took the risk and bought it without having listened to it.
Threw it on the record player at home, listened, marveled, and heralded a radical musical change. Before the purchase I my hair was long (dare not to laugh) and my favorite music genre was reggae. After that, pretty much everything changed: cut my hair short, unpacked my dad’s 50s shoes (pointy and ugly), and stole all my mom’s safety pins. Hooray, I was a punk! I was simply fascinated at that time by the possibility of producing something resembling music despite complete lack of musical skills.
Unfortunately, some of my records also fell victim to this radical turn, for example Bob Marley’s “Babylon by Bus”, Frank Zappa’s “Joe’s Garage” and “Live in New York”. As a real punk, of course, you didn’t have such records in your collection. A decade later I was deeply sorry, but in the meantime I own them again as CD or as download.