Our first show was in somebody’s basement at their parents’ house. Their parents would let them have punk shows. I don’t even know if people do that anymore?
They’re kids. Not Disney kids or showbiz kids or even kids with a dream. They’re kids with nightmares. They’re nightmare kids who know life’s a nightmare.
I was looking for something to commemorate the sad news of Poly Styrene’s passing in this series.
Poly Styrene was the fucking coolest singer ever. That was so much a given, it feels weird to offer any reasons even now.