From Ms Teresa on the East Coast...
"Being an ageing tragic Punk rock tart is hard enough as it is, what with worrying about my blond roots, can't find fishnets to fit, spike heels done be hurt my feets, mens looks too old... I still look at 20 year old boys out of my eyes the same way I did 25 years ago... But they look back like "what? she ain't Grandma, but she interestin', but I ain't bitin'"... So, whatever, I had to go see The New York Dolls at The Trocadero in Philadelphia tonight. My favorite was to see and smell the beerstrown floor full of cigs and girrls in platforms a fishnets...
My friend Marty Thau, who was their first manager, could not be there with me, so I stood outside and sold his ticket and that was sad in its own way, I wanted him there with me to see the show...
I got there just in time to get a good position next to the soundstage... I knew better than to start drinking because the drinking and driving laws are just too intense anymore...The opening band "The Union Dead", had finished... Missed them, but heard them on line earlier at home... Good, Philly based Rock band... Called Marty, good timeing, just as Dolls came on... "Looking for a Kiss"... "Hohummm" I said... My thoughts were myriad, well I am here because this is historical, well, I am here because of Marty, well, I am here because you have waited 25 years to see this legendary band, maybe nothing phases you anymore, maybe you ARE old and maybe you ARE jaded...But as these thoughts went through my mind, I said "Please Good Lord of Rock and Roll, let me get down tonight, and let not my ticket price be wasted"... And The Dolls went though four good songs but I did not have the vision... So, I sauntered upstairs in me Punkrock Charles Jourdans to have me a smoke and get me a $6 plastic cup of red vino... I finished me smoke and sat on the riser as The Dolls started to hit the crescendo... They played "Trash", then "Jet Boy", then "Personality Crisis"... I WAS BLOWN AWAY... The audience went plum crazy... I had not seen such insanity since The Sex Pistols in Atlanta... Since The Clash/Suicide tour in England...
These boys have their chops down for days... Sylvain is a master on the guitar, as always... David a showman of showmen... Went to the bar after and talked to boys that had driven 3 hours from upstate Pennsylvania to see the Dolls for the first time. I say boys, not boys, 45 year old men, and they bought the tshirts... Legends are legends... Are legends... And... You know what?... A few years ago I made fun of bands that came back... HaHaHa the Dinosaurs... EAT MY WORDS... That is crap on a paper plate... If you can make music that resonates to your people... Make it... Did anyone tell BB King to shut up?... Muddy Waters???....Bonnie Raitt??... Aretha??... The Dolls proved that not only can they still prove their chops, they can do it with those dead and gone and preserve the memory... Signin'... Made it home for sure... In a Taxi...Feets don't hurt me now..."
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