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Friday, March 03, 2006

Excerpt from "Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk" by Various

There was a lad by the name of Andrew. I never knew him very well at all. I did know that he had an aversion toward Israeli punk--which, actually pre-echoed the post-punk wave in the USA in the 90's. I also came to understand that he had an extremely rare mental disorder. As best I can articulate, it was as though it was all his optical lobe could do to process the upside down image his eyes were receiving from the reality around him. I most often saw him at parties--perhaps mildy drunk or ragingly, out-of-his-gourde plastered--attempting to literally 'dance on the ceiling' as the 'other king of pop' later came to seranade us while Israeli punkers scoffed at the American's sorry excuse for a punk scene.

Posted by clinicole at 7:31 PM