everyone has their personal someone who turned them onto the thing that changed their life. i remember distinctly when my friend ross played me his copy of the first richard hell album he'd just picked up from the local used cd place, and my head caved in on itself.

when my uncle gave me a box full of records after i got a turntable, i flipped out to find the inner sleeve of blank generation, but then was bummed to find no outer sleeve or actual record. it would be almost two years till he gave me another box of records that thankfully resolved this mystery.



the quality of this video is straight up garbage, but when you hear "we wrote this next one with dee dee ramone..." it all gets pretty worth while.