Today being the 20th anniversary of Joey's death plus reminding ourselves that the single greatest moment in rock is coming means maybe post a photo of jennie fennell with The Ramones?
I had given up finding someone who liked my favorite bands until I was standing in the dining hall and in walked a girl with...a Ramones t-shirt!!! And this was back when wearing a Ramones t-shirt meant you actually loved the band; not like today where you get one in every box of cereal or some such. My eyes lit up, I sprinted (this was 1990 after all) over to her and what do you know, she was as thrilled as I was to finally meet someone there who knew what we both knew.
We never became best buds or nothing, but through the years we'd meet up every once in a while and talk about how much we loved the Ramones, culminating with our senior year when she was responsible for bringing them to play at our Student Union. The night before the show we did a 3-hour all-Ramones radio show (which pretty much was the same radio show I did every week anyways), then the next day got to hang out with them before they played. Fucking awesome. She remained the only other person I ever met at school who knew, much less loved, The Ramones and I can still picture her walking into the dining hall with that black t-shirt on. A little while after I graduated Praise the Laude I came up to NYC to record a record, and one of the songs was about that feeling of meeting someone who shares something like that with you, and it was called jennie fennell (she always wrote her name in non-caps for some reason), and here it is:
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