Helluva shame.
"Catholic Boy" was a great freakin' album, even if Jim's vocals did not justice even to Bob Dylan's celebrated wheezy croak.
And "The Basketball Diaries", great book, equal parts gritty and naive', truly Jim was the spiritual grandson of the Beats in every way, same spontaneous prose, same fascination with states of addiction and purity and the same spirit of urban adventure.
I used to listen to "City Drops into the Night" to pysche myself up for rehearsal back in my wandering days as a freshmen in one of Southern New Hampshire's Most Prestigious Catholic Colleges.
Catholic Boy indeed.
2 comments:
Never knew you were a fan.
It's too late to fall in love with Sharon Tate....
I saw him at the Casbah.
Sheee-it I am jealous, best I got is The Ramones at the Casbah.
John
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