100 Days Project

Ben: 100 Writings / 100 Opening Guitar Hooks

various, random creative expressions / writings, inspired partially by 100 popular songs (songs that somewhat begin with a leading hook of a guitar.)

Day 30:

“Police Truck” (1980) by the Dead Kennedys

“Police Truck” (1980) by the Dead Kennedys


Lemme see. Well, who are my favourite Punk Rock bands of all time?

5 - The Stooges (1967–1974, 2003 – Present)

Punk REALLY began in 1969, when a young Motor City boy hacked open his immaculate Adonis body, onstage. From then on after, he was deemed 'the Godfather of Punk'. He did it before Ozzy or Marilyn, and the Stooges were, likewise, the first to be honestly vulgar about RNR before their late 1970's descendants.

Rest in Peace, Dave, Zeke and Ron!


4 - The Clash (1976 – 1986)

A sweating girl; a fat barfly; a smoky snooker hall; a stud in 501's - even Levi's advertisers knew how dope the Clash were (I think you can find it on Youtube.)
"Darling you gotta let me know / "

They were always thinking outside the square - reggae, hillbilly, rap, Latin and dance - their audacious pursuit for novel sounds cements their legendary.
"Should I stay or should I go / "

Rest in Peace, Joe!


3 - The Ramones (1974 – 1996)

Now, we all know that they played stupid and fast. But when I first heard, 'The KKK Took My Baby Away', I cried. I don't know why. Maybe it was out of fear for Chantal, when she was down in Christchurch. More understandably, it was because it was the majestic ones themselves: Johnny Ramone striking that fretboard so rapidly, you were convinced, you heard ONLY ONE chord - one blissful, eternal chord. Sure - the Strokes helped re-ignite the NY Guitar scene. But the Big Apple was much hipper when it was leather clad.

Rest in Peace, Joey, Johnny and Dee Dee!


2 - The Sex Pistols (1975 – 1978)

Oh my god!: Jethro Tull; Emerson, Lake and Palmer; Alan Parson Project - someone please shoot me!

Dinosaur Prog Classical Rock contained forty seven minute long songs, involving French Oboes. Its album covers were excessive in Space Odyssey influence. Its lyrics were ambiguously Tolkien-ish.

Response? Never mind that bollocks! These lads brought back the simple three guitar chords, the simple album cover (newspaper clippings never looked more neat), and the simple 'Fuck You' lyric - no ambiguity there.

Rest in Peace, Sid!


1 - Dead Kennedys (1978–1986, 2001–present)

They were the Rage Against the Machine of the Reagenesque years. They were the Pistols on the Pacific. They were the Bill Hicks of Rock and Roll. They. Were. The. Illest. They immigrated and sex-changed the Enemy (God save the President), but they were faster, fiercer and funnier than any of their British (or American) counterparts. They satirised Californian politics way before Arnold satirised himself. They satirised sell-outs, office life and skinheads who thought they were punks. But, my favourite, is when they satirised the law enforcement community. The lyrics to this song are equivocal:
'The left newspapers might whine a bit /
But the guys at the station they don't give a shit / '

How every single member of this spectacular band are all still alive (at time of this writing) boggles the mind.


An old flatmate of mine, who is also quite old, once showed off his new P-U-N-K tattoo at a pub. A bimbo saw it and said she really liked Paramore. Brandon laughed at her. He inquired if she knew the Greats: Ramones, Clash, etc. She replied, 'What? - Those old fogeys!' Brandon rolled his eyes and walked away. She continued drinking her Peach Schnapps.

Old Fogeys? Well, I agree with Brandon. PUNK IS DEAD. Whatever you think of now as Punk is nothing in comparison to the oldschool originals; nothing in comparison to the more secretive community that was before the internet; nothing in comparison to when the bigwigs got their hands in on it, accidentally stumbling uninvited, upon the garden of Punk ethos. Those prats were responsible for making the Underground, Popular. That's why, when MTV began walking the streets, the Dead Kennedys split up - Fed up of the inevitable losing chance against those prats.

If you're asking, "Where's Good Charlotte? Where's Paramore?", then please allow me the pleasure of inserting that iPod into your anus.

Sheesh - The kids ain't alright.