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THE GARY PIG GOLD REPORT, Vol. 12

A GENTLEMAN, A TRUE STAR: MEMORIES OF JOEY RAMONE

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Late one night in very late 1976, a singer acquaintance of mine burst into the (condemned, by the way) house I was then sharing with the local bar band, shouting "You will NEVER believe what I just saw in Toronto tonight! These four guys with Brian Jones haircuts wearing drainpipe Levi’s, singing all these really fast, short songs -- LOTS of ‘em, too! And the best part? NO GUITAR SOLOS!"

Now, this being the absolute height of Frampton Comes Alive, it's hard to completely fathom today the socio-musical import of that final kernel of information. But of course I was hooked, and the next time The Ramones landed in Canada, I made sure I was there.

The Dead Boys were opening: Sure, Stiv Bators was a lotta fun crawling over and across the drum kit during "Hey Little Girl," I suppose, but the headliners truly were, in every aspect of the words, The Real Thing.

So I duly invited myself backstage to conduct their first interview on Canuck soil, and despite nearly getting bounced for taking a snap of manager Danny Fields writhing beneath a fridge in search of a runaway pencil, I was made to feel totally at home by the band's deep-rooted, deep-seeded love of all things rock and especially roll: Johnny's coming-of-age watching Elvis Presley's Ed Sullivan Show debut as a child, Dee Dee bemoaning the fact that it was hard getting the band going "coz rehearsal halls wouldn't let us in, ya know," and Joey.

Dear, sweet Joey. He asked all about my record collection, claimed Peter Noone and Ronnie Spector as his two primary vocal idols, then wondered where a good place was to go see some local bands play later that night.

How utterly, disarmingly refreshing, to say the least!

So we drove the Ramone brothers straight over to Toronto's Crash and Burn club to see Teenage Head throttle some old Eddie Cochran and Swinging Blue Jeans tunes, ran into Phil Lynott somehow lurking by the bar, then we all went out for some classic Canadian pizza slices (mainly crust 'n' cheese; Tommy was complaining). Through it all, and then during subsequent meetings, Joey remained every inch the diehard, gentle man fan of our music.

And despite the fact that he and his band mates literally changed the world, I simply prefer to remember the man instead as nothing but the tallest, and needless to say coolest Herman's Hermits fan I ever did meet.

Joey passed away eight years ago this April. Gabba gabba, sir, wherever you are.

-- Musician/writer Gary Pig Gold is the co-founder of the To M'Lou Music label.

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