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Joe Strummer dead.

1979 - the London Calling tour, DeMontfort Hall, Leicester, I was 13, and with about 5 of my mates, the gig was 18+ only, because there was a bar, and I'd already tried to get in, unsucessfully, so we hung around the stage door hoping to see the band. After a while Joe and his roadie came out and asked us what was happening, after getting over the shock of speaking to a Hero, we told him the story, and within 5 minutes we were in the dressing room talking to the band, and soon were right at the front of the stage waiting for one of the best gigs I've ever seen.
Apparently this happened every night of the tour, and is seen in the film Rude Boy. The man was a genuine honest guy who did things for love rather than money, and a rather shitty Christmas has just got worse for someone who will always remember a band at the height of their power, who didn't forget why they were making music in the first place.
Rest in Peace, Joe.
 
I knew that i was out of luck

Joe Strummer Dead, Fucking shitearsed plastic "girls aloud" and "one true voice" @ no.s 1 and 2 in the chart. Is this truly the day that the music died (not to mention that live performances in pubs are soon to be clamped down on)

I was always aware of songs like London Calling, but didnt know who they were really until I bought the album "story of the clash" recomended to me by DrOP8 a few months ago - their music makes me feel radical
 
Choice choice of tribute lyrics Meeeesta Editor...my favourite!...always regarded as the soppy one by my mates but have very happy memories singing it until hoarse walking Robin Hoods smoking Consulate and drinking cider and waiting for school bus in Lincoln::::jus a couple of weird memories that came to the fore when hearing of the man's demise,,,quickly followed by the legend you talk of Freak Scene...I've had quite a few friends over the years that experienced what you talk of on the other tours too...my own indirect version was having a girlfriend who on a whim drove herself to see them a Newcastle/Middlesborough by herself...without a ticket...and had the fortune to be brought to the stage by him himself where she met a load of school friends who were already there.

Then a decade or so later... during the Aceeed/Summer of Love... I lived smack in the heart of Notting Hill and was part of a scene that found me seeing him quite often as a parent/guardian... used to scrounge pennies off the geeeeza when we used to buy donuts on the way to dropping our kids off to the local primary...was so in awe I never really spoke to him in the sense of how important he was to me or others :oops: jus used to argue 'bout who was going to have the last hot donut...he always got it:D ...
 
Just woke up here in Ontario Canada and heard. My heros are all dying. Thankyou Joe for your gift. You made me dream scream and laugh. May your family and loved ones be comforted that so many really cared. God Bless
 
Heard the news while i was out xmas shopping :(
Absolutely gutted - nearly choked up in Virgin, they started playing Clash, stayed and listened for a while trying not to get upset.

One of the biggest musical influences in my life, met him twice too, never lost his credentials, never sold out, never got boring.

This feels wierd, like i just moved one step closer to being old :(

The King is dead.
RIP Joe.


They cried the tears, they shed the fears,
Up and down the land,
They stole guitars or used guitars
- So the tape would understand,
Without even the slightest hope of a 1000 sales
Just as if, as if there was, a hitsville in U.K.,
I know the boy was all alone, til the hitsville hit U.K.

They say true talent will allways emerge in time,
When lightening hits small wonder -
Its fast rough factory trade,
No expense accounts, or lunch discounts
Or hypeing up the charts,
The band went in, 'n knocked 'em dead, in 2 min. 59

- No slimy deals, with smarmy eels - in hitsville U.K.
Lets shake'n say, we'll operate - in hitsville U.K.
The mutants, creeps and musclemen,
Are shaking like a leaf,
It blows a hole in the radio,
When it hasnt sounded good all week,
A mike'n boom, in your living room - in hitsville U.K.
No consumer trials, or A.O.R., in hitsville U.K.,

Now the boys and girls are not alone,
Now the hitsville's hit U.K.
 
Very sad news. :(

I've been annoying the hairdressers downstairs by playing The Clash really loudly today.
 
Fucking hell he's fucking dead and Thatcher's still living in her big ol house

:(

Really shit news.

But still, the struggle continues, and the Clash's music will be with us throughout...
 
But still, the struggle continues, and the Clash's music will be with us throughout...

Well said mate!

Nice one to Mr editor for posting the Stay Free lyrics. One of my favourites.

RIP Joe

Alex
 
I was gobsmacked when I heard. I rang down to one of the girls downstairs and said "Joe Strummer is dead!" and she just went "Who's he?" :rolleyes:

Terrible shame. :(
 
That's a damn shame.
I never got to see the Clash when they were together - the only time they came through Dallas was when they opened up for the Who in 1982. I didn't have the money to fork out for an overpriced ticket then.

It's a sick world we live in when people like Joe Strummer and Dee Dee Ramone die while people like Strom Thurmond, Trent Lott, Portillo and Widdecombe live on. :(
 
Really saddened to hear this. :(

The Clash were one of the first bands I ever went to see ('Sandinista!' tour - I was about 12 at the time) and I've loved 'em ever since.

I can remember them coming onstage in pitch blackness with screaming air-raid sirens going and then launching into 'The Magnificent Seven'. It's one of those moments that's always stuck with me - one of those moments that the music's so good that your hair stands on end and you're just dumbstruck.

It's no exaggeration to say that they were one of the first bands that got me into music.

RIP Joe. You'll be sadly missed. :(
 
when they kick at your front door
how you gonna come
with your hands on your head
or on the barrel of a gun

:mad: cheers joe
 
Sad, sad news. Nothing I can really add to what's been said before, but I suppose I will anyway. I remember the 101'ers, ( on the same bill as Misty in Roots if memory serves: maybe that's just wishful thinking). You knew right there that something great was happening. I was 30 years old, even then, and older than most of the audience, but it it sounded like the glory days of the Who and the Wailers and the Stones come again, which it was. I saw the Clash in their full glory at the Brockwell Park Anti-Nazi League rally. That was something else.

The spirit of Joe and his music lives on. Hasta la Victoria Siempre!
 
:( - To a bad week I've had already, this hardly helps.

And I can't even play any Clash tunes outta respect because they are 300ish miles away.

Respect Joe
 
Boo, buggery and bollocks.

The finest frontman a band ever had. And the finest band too. And a thoroughly nice bloke.

How very depressing...
 
Originally posted by Freak Scene
1979 - the London Calling tour, DeMontfort Hall, Leicester, I was 13, and with about 5 of my mates, the gig was 18+ only, because there was a bar, and I'd already tried to get in, unsucessfully, so we hung around the stage door hoping to see the band. After a while Joe and his roadie came out and asked us what was happening, after getting over the shock of speaking to a Hero, we told him the story, and within 5 minutes we were in the dressing room talking to the band, and soon were right at the front of the stage waiting for one of the best gigs I've ever seen.
Apparently this happened every night of the tour, and is seen in the film Rude Boy. The man was a genuine honest guy who did things for love rather than money, and a rather shitty Christmas has just got worse for someone who will always remember a band at the height of their power, who didn't forget why they were making music in the first place.
Rest in Peace, Joe.


Am shocked and saddened by the news.
Don't normally feel much when famous people die, even the ones I admire. But this morning listening to a phone-in ordinary people were ringing in with stories like Freak Scene's one and everyone said what an amazing and down to earth bloke he was. He was offered a fortune to do a reunion tour with the Clash, but turned it down, as he knew the original spirit of the Clash could not be recreated. He always remained true to his political
ideals.With hindsight I wish I had gone to see the Mescaleros, whilst I had the chance. A bunch of my friends saw them in Hastings only last month and told me how amazing they were. Have been feeling sad all day and even started getting tearful whilst reading this thread.






:(
 
Originally posted by Naked Vole Primper
It's no exaggeration to say that they were one of the first bands that got me into music.

Politics too, in my case.
 
Absolutely gutted, he was one of my heroes... and always will be.

Truly a miserable day, I'm feeling quite emotional about it. :(
 
Well, I guess it's official, then. Punk has left the building.

It's very sad, yes, but however briefly he may have lived, he lived brilliantly and died an honest man. I imagine he's up in punk rock Valhalla having a pint with Bill Hicks and Joey Ramone even as we peck out our post-mortems, plotting to give Dubya his celestial comeuppance.
 
may he have great and fortunate rebirths. he touched so many people, how could it be otherwise?


but it still sucks for us left behind w/o him. :( may his family and all those who mourn him have comfort.
 
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