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Why Stay Free, of all songs? Mick Jones was to the Clash what Jarboe was to the Swans.

OK, that's like the worst analogy I have ever made. I'll try again:

Uh, what Brendan Perry was to Dead Can Dance.


Regardless, I saw the Clash play White Riot in a damned typhoon at Pier 34 in what--82?!

Where are my walker and my colostomy bag?

Damned kids and your bricksum bracksum firecracksum.

Judy McJonesFan

This is one of my top two Clash songs (the other being White Man in Hammersmith Palais). Hearing it still gives me goosebumps.

And I liked Jarboe!


"McJonesfan." That's pretty good.

Jarboe was selling her undergarments and other accoutrements on their website. And all that shrieking...I don't know.

But I DID like what she did with Neurosis.

Anyway, when I met Mick Jones as a wee laddy, he was a dick. He was smoking pot, and he was a Rock Star. Strummer and Simonon and Topper Headon were all very nice fellows.

But not that skinny pothead.

I consider this a superior Clash song:

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