Don’t forget to breathe . . .
Oh my little goth heart.
I’ve got a little over a month left for visiting New York City until my next adventure. I’ve been enjoying spending time with my friend Like Miller – who is still rocking out. These young punks have grown up to be respectable rock-n-rollers, still doing their thing. Once the Pale Face of Youth, now they are called The Pale Moon Gang, but here they are in their youthful glory.
Most of the clips are from CBGB’s, April 1988. I may have been at that show – but my memory is not very clear from that era. The funny thing is, back then, Luke and I would have been talking about the best places to score – now we are talking about the best face creams and sensible shoes.