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Every Rock’n’Roll generation must be remembered why she picked up the guitar, and four non-brothers from the Queens district, The Ramones, had a recipe for this, which was almost too perfect.
Her look-torn jeans, tight T-shirt, high sneakers, pot hairstyle and black leather jacket-was a cartoon edition of the tough rock musician. When they started, they only played what they could. That wasn’t exactly a lot, but they made it an advantage.
They put on pace instead of sophistication, and with their rotating three chords they slid ahead through the simple slogans of their sing-along chores. They shamelessly stood against the tricky head births of the progressive the long solos, the Tolkien texts, the symphonic synthesizers.
No experiments, no mix of styles, oh no
No experiments, no mix of styles, oh no, the Ramones were pure and genuine. Her single child siblings worked like a reality TV show, credits after half an hour, laughter from rock, the canned food.
Johnny was the serious big brother, disciplined and soldier, Dee Dee was the Ramone, who went out to the corner 53rd/3rd; Tommy was the producer who knew the crept paths of the music business – and he knew that you built a great song from drums. And Joey was the heart.
The Ramones had their thing so well that they only changed marginally in the two decades after they were in 1975 their CBGB nest. They were easy to understand, easy to translate.
Frontal attack on the Here-WE-Go-Again-Popsubkultur
When they came to England on independence day in 1976 and thankfully returned the British invasion in a funny torn mirror, the shape was clear, punk rock and anarchy merged, a frontal attack on the Here-WE-GO-AGAIN pop culture. The Ramones always believed in their musical message: do it themselves.
When I think back to a real Ramones moment, I can think of a late afternoon in May in New England. I stand backstage with Johnny and we talk about nothing more than guitars and the Red Sox. Suddenly the conversation is interrupted, and we only look around, very quietly in the middle of the electrical noise, and see where the rock’n’roll brought us to us this afternoon when we again play the music we love.