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September 28, 2003

Fishbone

FYI, I am on a Fishbone mini-marathon. Fishbone is the greatest rock band that never made it big. They are so much better than the White Stripes. Loving Fishbone is like voting for John Anderson.

My favorites:

And of course the ever popular Beergut and Alcoholic. If you don't know Fishbone, I'd have to say it would be relatively impossible to know how I could be a blackneck. Listening to old Fishbone reminds me of the days I used to smoke Camel Filter Hard Pack, and wear the first incarnation of the Homeboy Suit. Like all great rock music, it gets into your bones and allows you to transform yourself - to reach out without speaking, to get radical in your own bones and share just being an American young adult in the spirited rage that is the tooth cutting soul of rebellion and non-conformity.

1987. Al's Bar. Downtown Los Angeles. Black duster, black fingerless gloves, black Converse All Stars, gold chemical spill baggies (from Flip), black tanktop. I step out of my red BMW 2002 with the Yakima bike rack and the Gold BBS rims. I pull out the Kenwood stereo and put it in the trunk. I walk into the bar and grab an icy Bud longneck. Fishbone is on stage. I am 26 years old and on fire.

Youth wasn't so bad.

Posted by mbowen at September 28, 2003 11:45 PM

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I saw Fishbone play Poughkeepsie, New York in 1991, where they drove Vassar students straight out of a Salinger story into a rock 'n' roll frenzy. I was young and had my One True Love by my side.

The only thing that could have been better would have been scooping Chuck Berry off a 1956 sidewalk with a time machine, bringing him with us to the show, and whispering in his ear, "see what you've done!"

Posted by: Jonathan Korman at September 29, 2003 03:22 PM