I woke up to the bad news, and I immediately felt like going back to sleep for good. I tell ya: if there ever was news that I am going to kick off sooner than later, it’s the news that Tommy is gone. (And his death is the top story on the CBC web site; back in 1976, when I got the first record, the best record ever, the likes of CBC couldn’t have cared less.)
Some of the news reports aren’t exactly fair or accurate: he was the original lineup drummer, but not entirely the original drummer – Marky, still alive, was, too. You can read about all of that stuff in the interview I did with Joey, or Fury’s Hour, etc.
Anyway. Here they are at the height of their powers, in London, with Tommy on skins. In that Brit audience were bands-to-be who would recreate the Ramones’ sound or approach, and enjoy far more success than Da Brudders ever would. Not fair, still.
Anyway. Me? I’m heading in to the office. I’ll be wearing the tee of them doing a benefit for Johnny Blitz at CBGB in May 1978, shortly after they changed my life forever.