This is Punk as it happened by the people who were there.
In New York, and some in Detroit and London. Bit of California. Mostly Lou Reed and Iggy Pop and the Ramones and the Dead Boys and Blondie.
And the club kids and the hangers-on, the club owners and the drug dealers.
Everyone who doesn’t die gets old.
It is sad.
It is beautiful.
It ends, like everything, too soon.
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