RAMONES – 2 1/2 live sets
When I was in junior high, information pills I so desperately wanted to commit murder, y’see. I wanted to take the life of C.J. Ramone, who had taken the place of Dee Dee as the bass player in the Ramones. I didn’t want to end the man’s life because he had replaced Dee Dee, but rather because I wanted to be the bass player instead!
I had just started taking up bass, and in-between learning Metallica and Rush songs, I made my way through learning nearly the entire Ramones catalogue. Sadly, it was not to be, as the band called it quits before I finished high school.
I only got to meet one of the Ramones once. It was Johnny, almost eight years ago, at the specialty video store I still work at in L.A. One day, Vincent Gallo (of all people) came in with Johnny Ramone in tow! Apparently they were best friends or something, and wanted to get hooked up with a few horror films. As they entered, I had Magazine’s first album, “Real Life”, on the store stereo, and as they approached the counter, Johnny asked in his trademark New Yawk drawl, “Hey, which band is this?” Supressing the urge to faint dead away at his mere presence in my vicinity, I told him Magazine, and as if in the middle of an interview, without an official acknowledgement of him being who he was, he told me “Oh, yeah, these guys opened for us once back East in the late ’70s. They were kinda weird”, and we exchanged a knowing nod. RIP, Johnny. I love ya to pieces, even though you ended your Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame speech with “God bless President Bush”, ya fucking idiot.