{July 9, 2013}   CBGB : The Movie (Uh Oh)

Apparently I used to be cool.
It’s true. They’re even making a soon-to-be-released movie about it.
It’s called CBGB: The Movie, and it’s kinda freaking me out.
First of all, they don’t usually make movies about the club you hung out at when you were barely legal, and even if they did, what are the chances that they decide to place the movie timeline over the exact same period of time you were going to said club averagely three or four times a week?
To top it all off, it’s due to be released in October 2013.
Bless me Father for I have sinned, my first time at CBGBs was on October 2nd,1977 to see the Dead Boys and The Steel Tips FTD. The former band was a band out of Youngstown Ohio moved to NYC to be rock stars and the latter band turned out to be from NJ like us (my best friend wound up marrying the bass player and the drummer was no other than Patrick McDonald, the genius behind the “Mutts” syndicated comics and books, also I heard they’re making a movie out of Mutts- yay Patrick!).
So in the way of googleworld or bingland, I was looking for something and found something else.
I saw a poster for the upcoming CBGB movie and my heart nearly stopped.
Now I knew they were making a movie about CBGBs and The Birth Of Punk but I figured it was one of those ‘independent’ movies that nobody ever sees because they only seem to play them in obscure little art house movie theaters.
But no, that would be too safe.
Now I get to worry my brain over each and every little thing I (allegedly) did back in the heyday.
I saw two short clips, both reenacting specific nights I can honestly say ‘I was there’ for.
So if ‘I was there’, at two random clips from a movie, well, lets just say I’m almost afraid to see the entire movie.
Oh by the way, I’m not delusional and I understand this is a movie, albeit a movie about one of the most formative parts of my life, but from the research I ended up doing yesterday, this movie is as realistic as you can get without a time machine and a bring-em-back-to-life boat.
I’m talking details, down to the actors wearing the exact same clothing reenacting the exact same things that happened and even, from what I’ve read, using the exact same original bathrooms.
No, you don’t understand.
The exact same bathroom. Complete with the original exact same graffiti.
Do you know how weird it is to see some of the graffiti that you yourself were responsible for all these years later?
CBGBs bathrooms were infamous and indescribable, something that can’t be explained but only experienced.
There was as much action going on down in those basement bathrooms as there was onstage upstairs.
I can’t imagine how weird it will be to see people I knew intimately (one person in particular, in every sense of the word) being portrayed by actors. The cast is kinda stellar, Alan Rickman, Stana Katic, Rupert Grint, Justin Bartha, Mickey Sumner, Malin Akerman, Ashley Greene, Johnny Galecki, Joel David Moore, and Taylor Hawkins to name a few.
It’s kind of a little bit insane to me, the idea of my very own past being captured on film forever. I wonder things, like will they get the gum-chomping down just right? Will the little mannerisms of certain people I knew so well be portrayed correctly?
Will there be peanut butter?
Believe me, I’ve seen things that could make a grown man cry and done things that, well, were really fun for a teenage girl who entered the scene as an innocent virgin and left the scene a not-as-innocent, no-longer-a-virgin young woman with a wealth of memories filed under the heading You Can’t Make This Shit Up.
So the big question is, will any of my antics make it to the big screen?
Well I kinda hope not, but I’ll have to wait for the movie to come out and keep my fingers crossed that some of my escapades were buried along with the bodies.

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I’ve been going through a lot of old stuff lately and there they were, a few bits of physical evidence of The Best Years Of My Life.
The Ramones.
A guitar pic and 2 photographs of The Ramones playing at CBGBs and yes, I am in both photos, front and center. The first photo, super-young me in a white shirt sharing a chair with my first boyfriend Bobby (RIP) at my first-ever time at CBGBs and the last photo, taken a few months later at another Ramones show, still-young me front and center in my black leather jacket staring adoringly at what I thought of as just another local band I liked. The guitar pick used to have a lot of companions but they got lost in the shuffle over the years.
There is too much to say right now and my head is in the wrong place to do it justice so I’m taking the easy way out for the moment. Suffice it to say that I was there. Boy oh boy was I there!

I heard recently there is a movie coming out called CBGB, I’m curious to see how accurate it is. It’s going to be weird watching people I knew portrayed by actors who probably weren’t even born while all this went on; just the other day I saw some show about the last 24 hours in the life of Sid Vicious. It was kinda weird, knowing I’d been hanging out with most of them just 24 hours before his last 24 hours. Let’s just say at least they got the names right.

Now that I’ve babbled incoherently I’m looking forward to unscrambling my brain soon, I’ve got a lot of amazing memories from those days and I gotta be truthful, not a one of those memories would ever be for sale.
Those days are priceless.

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