THE BEAT GOES ON
CINCINNATI—Like all other geriatric CREEMsters, I waltzed into this biz believing to the death in the ca.-1971 BangsMarsh party line that postulated Dee-troit Rock ’n’ Roll as nearer my God than the outlanders could ever be. Forget that I never got around to seeing the mythical MC5 or the surreal Stooges on stage—Lestronic Bangs gave me the word on both groups’ immortality when I was still a cub crit, and I’ve always been more than ready to embrace any spark that flew off the smouldering remains of those two ultragroups.
THE BEAT GOES ON
We Almost Lost Detroit— Part 2
CINCINNATI—Like all other geriatric CREEMsters, I waltzed into this biz believing to the death in the ca.-1971 BangsMarsh party line that postulated Dee-troit Rock ’n’ Roll as nearer my God than the outlanders could ever be. Forget that I never got around to seeing the mythical MC5 or the surreal Stooges on stage—Lestronic Bangs gave me the word on both groups’ immortality when I was still a cub crit, and I’ve always been more than ready to embrace any spark that flew off the smouldering remains of those two ultragroups.