GUEST SPOT #57 - Motörhead - 'R.A.M.O.N.E.S.'
It's Monday, and it's guest spot day again. We would like to take a moment to thank 'The Swede' for sending us in this great story. He certainly knows his stuff! Check out The Swede's eclectic blog, 'Unthought, of though, Somehow', it's like walking into your favourite record store....and there's not many of those left!
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Motörhead - R.A.M.O.N.E.S. (1991)
Gabba Gabba Who?
I was at Virgin Records HQ one evening in the early 1990s, attending an album launch party for a long-since forgotten generic pop act - beer in hand, wearing a Ramones t-shirt and leather jacket. A lady from the record company in her mid-20s, champagne in hand, schmoozed her way around the gathered throng of fellow record store managers and buyers, telling all and sundry how great the band were and how huge they were going to be. She reached me and asked what I thought of the album, which was by now blasting through the room at ear-splitting volume. 'Unutterable shite' I thought. 'Great' I said. She seemed happy enough with that, but as she moved away she turned back, pointed at my t-shirt and said,'By the way, what is ram, ones?'. Ram...pause...ones, as in the number one. She was serious. 'Ramones..,' I said, suppressing the urge to pour my beer over her perfectly coiffured head, '...one of the most important bands of all-time?'
Her eyes glazed. She looked through me as if I'd suddenly started talking in a foreign language and wandered off. I had clearly lost her. I was incandescent. I mean, how can you occupy even a minor position within the record industry and not have at least heard of The Ramones? Specially as they were still a going concern at the time! I necked my beer and left the party early.
If only I could have had Lemmy on hand to spell it out for her.
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