Yesterday was Joe Strummer's birthday. He would have been sixty four. His passing in 2002 seems a long time ago now. I've no doubt he would have had a lot to to say about the world as it has unfolded over the last fourteen years, more songs to write and records to release, more places to tour, constant offers to reform The Clash. So it goes. This song does a typical Strummer trick, taking the commonplace (a nitcomb), building some versus and a chorus around it with some typically Joe street-poetry touches, and turning it into something affecting and real, a song of devotion.
Nitcomb
6 comments:
Love this song
It was TheMadster's 19th yesterday. She loves the fact tht she shares her birthday with Usain Bolt, her idol. I try and tell her she should be honoured to share the date with Joe Strummer too but she's less than impressed. Bloody kids!
They don't know what's good for 'em.
Gosh 14 years and he would still be a relatively young man if he was still with us today
It's good that you have a focus on Joe's birth/death dates, SA.
@ The Robster: You're bloody right.
Excuse me, I've got something in my eye.
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