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This
portrait of Joe Strummer was donated for Rob
Skane and Howe Glassman's annual Clash tribute/food
bank benefit in December of 2005. It was purchased
(and photo provided by) Matt MacHaffie.
Joe
was the king, and he is actively missed by all
who knew and loved The Clash. In May 2006, I
also debuted my own musical tribute, "Joe
Strummer" -- sung to the tune of the labor
classic "Joe Hill" -- at Caffe
Lena in Saratoga Springs.
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| July
1978. Newly 14, wet behind the ears,
"Because the Night'' roaring out of summer
radios. "Horses" in the house, spinning
black, "the boy looked at Johnny...,"
and so on. The 27th finally came, the holy hour,
Patti Smith at the Palace Theatre. Rock as church.
Patti once said, "my belief in rock'n'roll
gave me a kind of strength that other religions
couldn't come close to." I knew what she
meant that night. She changed my life, I became
a disciple. Forever. |
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| April
2005. Just days before my 41st year.
The 16th, in a church, Emanuel Baptist. St. Patti
and I spend the afternoon rehearsing, laughing,
performing. Every moment spent alone in my room,
guitar in hand -- redeemed. I am high on rebellion..."i've
broken through and I'm free and could dig into
eternity riding the wave and the realm of the
E." We play, we sing. We offer "People
Have the Power" as a prayer. It is one of
the rawest, purest moments of my life. Forever.
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"In
art and dream may you proceed with abandon.
In life may you proceed with balance and
stealth."
~Patti
Smith
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Joe Strummer
i dreamed i saw joe strummer last night, alive as
you or me.
says i, "but joe, you're three years gone,"
"i never died," says he, "i never died,"
says he.
"in london, joe," says i and i, him standing
by my bed,
"your heart stopped and you were done,"
says joe, "but i ain't dead," says joe,
"but i ain't dead."
"the record bosses killed you, joe, they got
you, joe," says i.
"takes more than clear channel to kill a man,"
says joe, "i didn't die," says joe, "i
didn't die."
and standing there like staggerlee, and smiling big
as life,
joe says, "what they forgot to kill,
went on tour in the afterlife, went on tour in the
afterlife."
"joe strummer ain't dead," he says to me,
"joe strummer ain't never died.
wherever young punks know their rights
joe strummer is at their side, joe strummer is at
their side."
"from moscow to minnesota, in winter and in
summer,
when kids starts bands in garageland,"
says he, "you'll find joe strummer," says
he, "you'll find joe strummer."
i dreamed i saw joe strummer last night, alive as
you or me.
says i, "but joe, you're three years gone,"
"i never died," says he "i never died,"
says he.
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