In which a few guys, strung out on rock and roll records, start a punk rawk band and travel the USA, eating at truckstops along the way and playing shows with tons of lovely punk combos. Their band was named Spoke, their car was named Pierre, and they knew a guy named Bill Crump. The author, who was 15 in 1986, really knows how to craft a nice sentence, making this a fun and compelling journey through the punk rock highways and byways of the tail-end of the twentieth century.
"We didn't do it for money. We didn't do it for adulation. We did it to bring to life the simple melodies in our heads. We did it for the sheer adventure of playing rock'n'roll."
"We didn't do it for money. We didn't do it for adulation. We did it to bring to life the simple melodies in our heads. We did it for the sheer adventure of playing rock'n'roll."
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