But then came an album that changed my opinion, with a social conscience and some great music. Duck Rock was born And today, 09 April 2010, a great man died.
Just before midday today, Trish and I were out driving. I had a memory chip in the stereo which had my old vinyl ripped to it, and Aria On Air came on, and gave us both goosebumps. And on a whim, I played the next track too – Punk It Up. And sang along because it felt like the right thing to do. Then on the evening news I heard about it, and the goosebumps started. See, I lived a significant portion of my life in Wittenoom, an asbestos town that has managed to kill a great many of it’s citizen with asbestos related diseases.
I myself have emphysema but it’s from smoking. And what did Malcolm McLaren die of? Mesothelioma, the asbestos disease…
Tomorrow I think I’ll play Punk It Up at full volume on the outside speaker system. It’s the least I can do for someone that made such a success out of crap music, and then made such good music that everyone dismissed as crap…
2 comments:
thank you
punk punk punk it up;)DD
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