Like everyone else facing the prospect of walking across an icy cold bridge to get home tonite, I'm grouchy. Normally being a cranky bitch also makes me a prolific bitch. But not today. I eked out my Seattle column, but don't really have the will to blog. So instead, I'm going to link to one of my favorite things—an interview I did with Joe Strummer a few year's back. I'd hero-worshipped Joe since I was a little baby punk rock, and so meeting him was an unbelievable thrill. I even got weepy! Lucky for me, he couldn't have been kinder to this dithering fangirl.
Joe died in December, a few years back, so it's even kind of timely in an anniversary-type of way. Even though we weren't friends or anything, I really miss his presence on this planet. If you don't already have it, you should buy his final album, Streetcore.
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