Everyone could stand to learn more about punk. And when there's certain documentaries, so good it's like you hit a geyser, it's like you can't afford to miss them - one would be "Blank City," about the New York '70s scene which interviews everyone from Jim Jarmusch to Richard Kern and Lydia Lunch and Thurston Moore and everyone in-between, and another, also available for free on Tubi (with ads! Just turn the sound off, and wait! Ha-ha! ;) ), is the "White Riot" documentary, surprisingly and with overdue-relevance today, is not about a Clash song you'd heard about and been motivated as so many-vaguely-heard-of concise songs might *be*, but a very *clear and direct response* on the part of them and other punkers to a very real, very heeded-and-endorsed (by Eric Clapton! I'm flummoxed ... wasn't he a *blues fan*, or something ... ?? As people say in the *movie* - but ... ) racist ideologue gaining a lot of notoriety at the time - kind of like Steve Bannon, David Duke or what-all. *Crazy*. Even *nowadays*, it happens - post-'50s *Deep South*, as we're seeing. 'Nuff said.
To that catalog of resistance, add this pleasurable and eye-opening film - how could one have known *all* this stuff? - which features, of course, the brothers MacKaye, of Fugazi and Dischord Records et. Al., of whose latest act Hammered Hulls is tearing things up, the best artist of last year aside from Horsegirl.
*We ain't going nowhere*.
*No*.
Younger than Scorsese, younger than Iggy Pop -
*Sorry about the folks*.
*We ain't giving up*.
See this movie!
You'll be glad you did ...
;)
#WINK.
