Judy Is A Punk – Ramones – The True Story
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If you are not, please consult the guidelines for sending your comments before doing so. For reading convenience, please open the reader comments section in a parallel browser window. Not only is there no middle ground when it comes to the Ramones, there can be no middle ground on that band. You’re supposed to either love them or hate their guts, but merely liking the Ramones or saying “well, they’re sort of OK” just doesn’t seem like a possible perspective. The Ramones are also a social paradox. On one hand, they put simplicity and “braindead-ness” on such a sky-high pedestal as nobody before or after them has ever really dared, or been able to. On the other hand, what with all that supposed pandering to the most common audience, the Ramones never really found mainstream acceptance.
This may, of course, be partially explained by the traditional American fear of true innovation, the same fear that would only allow Jimi Hendrix to become a true star when he was “reimported” to the country from England, and the same fear that caused the Mael brothers to relocate to the UK where their mid-Seventies records actually charted, unlike their homeland. Moreover, the Ramones never underwent the same intent marketing as the Sex Pistols. But there might have been another reason for the general public not approving of these lads. The Ramones fucked all that way before 1977 even came along in the first place.