I DON'T WANT TO GO....TO CHELSEA

Tonight I run down south for a one-day jaunt to Long Beach, courtesy of my involvement with Bullard's School Site Council.

Truth to tell...I don't exactly relish the trek. But this actually kind of gets me in the mood:



A lot of the early punk stuff is poorly performed, poorly recorded junk. You can look at it as a historical document, but the music/performance is sort of secondary, especially the videos. This clip from what, 1977, easily rises above that. The band is great, the sound quality is really good, and a long-haired gap-toothed mouth is so confident about the whole thing that he does some cheezy gestures mid-way through to go with the lyrics. Truly, there is an Elvis, and he could be King.