Got a copy of the new Strummer documentary where pals - and Bono, shot when his schedule would permit and who would come to your Bar Mitzvah if he thought it would make him seem less of a stadium schmuck...it always makes me laugh when this patent newly flatulent Bon Jovi infers he is part of some great lineage including real monster talents like Strummer... - sit around a campfire and remember The Clash One, intercut with tons of awesome archive footage. It's a wide ride, going from unlikely origins to predictable aftermaths, with poignancy tangible as we feel Strummer's postpartum take hold. The Clash seem even greater than ever, and Strummer in a punk rock star class of his own uninhabited in spirited by great artists yet incredible bores like J. Lydon, who attracts the kind of "I still wear studs" idiocy Strummer never would. I saw The Clash several times, but was ever really concentrating, which is my loss. Of course these guys didn't change the world, but they did change rock'n'roll, and for some of us that has at times been synonymous.
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