Something 4 The Weekend # 177
X were my generation's X. John's and Exene's voices spilling over each other like whiskey and cough syrup, mixing, melting hearts, breaking hearts. Billy Zoom on the side with that creepy fucking grin of his, guitar as the icebreaker, melting young, impressionable minds...I threw a bowling shirt at him during a show at the Eagles Club. I was tall and gawky and hairless like any other teenaged groupie, such was Billy's power. Anyways, that was my closest brush with X, a truly tough and remarkable band, my generation's X. Remarkably Emo, I would say...At least from about 20 feet away.
Hotcha! Hank
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