Musings on No 2 Unalike (# 8)

Night Four, No 2 Unalike, Saturday, November 7th @ Fergie's Pub The Clash “Spanish Bombs” and my own “Guantanamo” Every year my grandparents would drive up from Florida to visit us in Maryland. My grandfather, recognizing my obsession with music, always took me to the record store and let me pick an album out. His treat. In 1980, he dutifully drove me over to Peaches (a record store chain that I recently discovered still exists in New Orleans!). I saw an album with a guy smashing a guitar on the front cover; it also contained a sticker saying something about "explicit" lyrics records (this was pre-Tipper Gore, folks). The Clash's London Calling was for me (and many others) a game chan

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