“Palpitations” is about the sensation you get standing close to loudspeakers. The lows that reverberate in your chest. The drumming that realigns your heart beat.
Samples by James “Iggy” Nugent.
Punk Poet
“Palpitations” is about the sensation you get standing close to loudspeakers. The lows that reverberate in your chest. The drumming that realigns your heart beat.
Samples by James “Iggy” Nugent.
Five things about John Lydon I didn’t know and I’m embarrassed that I didn’t:

Four reasons why a 40-year-old* LP still matters to me:
*Released from Sire on Sept. 16, 1977

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*RIP (1952-2002)
**This is the third poem I wrote with the title “Why Joe Strummer still matters.”
***I can’t find the draft, but we were standing in line at Seattle’s Showbox for the Mescaleros that night. A taxi pulls up, Joe Strummer gets out carrying a guitar case and enters the club through the front door (this was before they added the metal detector gate). No rock star trappings, just a guy going to work. Shouts of “Hey, Joe!” from those of us in line and a nod from him.
****The other was written the day he died in 2002 (I was walking downtown and heard a sax player in the bus tunnel entry) and was included untitled in Punk Poems:
Sax echoes / Through the underground– / There was a line / Drawn– / We always knew / What side to take– / On the street / The player blows / Each / Note–

Mapping the British punk scene — influences and connections late-70s into the 80s — with The Clash at the center of the Universe (because that’s the way it was for me).
Chart from 1977: A Punk History coming from Ravenna Press (2018).
“Spleen” is a riff on a Baudelaire line from “Good Dogs” in his Le Spleen de Paris.
I sing in praise of destitute dogs, under-dogs, whether those who wander all alone through the tortuous ravines and gullies of the vast metropolis, or those who have said to some old outcast, with a wink of their witty, spiritual eyes, ‘Take me along with you, then perhaps we can make some sort of happiness out of our two poverties!’
Samples by James “I Wanna Be Sedated” Nugent.
“Monk Bought Lunch” is about aloneness. About singularity. About the numbers 1 and 11.
Words by John Burgess. Samples by James “Son of” Nugent.
