July 22nd, 2014 @ 11:20 am
the stones and the beatles outlived the ramones… how insane is that?
i wasn’t fortunate enough to be born in a year where i could have grown up to see the ramones play at their peak (sads.), but i was fortunate enough to at least see marky play (yes, i know he wasn’t an original, but whatever, he’s still a fucking ramone – and an amazing one at that). when the misfits disbanded for the 2nd time, jerry only brought on marky to tour with them, and they always had a ramones set – which was always rad and sounded great.
i have a billion memories of the ramones… first and foremost, and i always think of him when i’m listening to them – i’m forever grateful for my mother’s friend leo. i’ve posted about him in the past. the man taught me many things, one most importantly (i’m not even joking) – was to LISTEN TO THE RAMONES.
one day back in 1991, my mother had a wedding to go to. i have no idea why she didn’t bring her boyfriend at the time… i guess no one could babysit my sister and i, but she stuck us with him for the day. he probably didn’t know what to do with us, so he brought us to his friend leo’s house. which was mind blowing, a super-rad time, and definitely changed my life. yes, simply going to someone’s house on day, had changed my life…
when you walk into leo’s house, it seems like any normal house in whitestone. a little more russian than most… but normal none the less… until you hit the staircase going upstairs.
my mother’s friend peter was
an artist a brilliant artist. he had airbrushed the walls going up to leo’s 2nd floor from deep space into a bright blue sky, with stars and bubbles inbetween. for an artistic, 10 year old jessica, this was amazing and suuuuper inspiring.
once you got up the stairs, leo had the most amazing hang out room i’d ever seen. all black walls, a compass star in the middle of the floor cut out of the carpet, so many fun science things to play with, etc. super stoner 70’s shit, but amazing to naive children, none the less.
i couldn’t tell you what we did all day, but i do remember leo putting on some of his records for us. he had hundreds of records… but he mainly focused on expressing the importance of the ramones and MAD magazine that day. there’s even a home video of that day, of me mainly dancing around his room like a fucking idiot (no, that one will never be online) to “it’s a gas!“.
in that very room, he had a bunch of marble, composition notebooks with hundreds of signatures in them. notes and memories filled these notebooks, they were so rad. i think i was number 750 something (if i’m not mistaken) in one of those books. he would actually make everyone that went up to his room sign in. he taught me that stuff like that was important. so i started my own notebooks when i was younger. they were more diaries and scrapbooks, but i still had them. going through them still makes me laugh ’til this day.
anyways, leo is amazing… and i thank him silently every time i listen to the ramones ’til this day.
it was definitely a gateway into all of the other music i listen to today. it helped inspire my coming of age take a turn into a subculture lifestyle that i still haven’t left yet. i don’t know who i’d be without all of the music that’s guided me over the years. it’s beyond just going to shows and listening to cool music – it’s led me to the people that have shaped my life.
if i went on and on this could easily turn into one of the longest posts of my life… so i’ll stop. i am just super grateful to have had someone like leo in my life while i was growing up. he and his close friends were amazing father figures for sarah and i.
♥ thanks, leo.
(and RIP tommy ♥)