MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
Somehow this picture to me's like catching The Clash at a café or on the street or CBGB's during the good years, or maybe the original Runaways - one with me mates.
Maybe it's the film stock of the time, dunno - just seems to stick out as punk era, cats you don't wanna fuck around with, all self-confident, don't take no guff. Maybe I'm bored and it's summer...