Met’s Big Punk Show Flipped Me the Bird, Turned Me On
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It was dark, crowded and loud, strobe-lit by Sex Pistols concert footage. I smelled leather and vinyl. I immediately got a headache.
Everything was ripped, safety pinned, studded and stapled. There were animal skins, garbage, lingerie and chains, as well as slam-dancing and graffiti. I heard Sid Vicious, the Ramones and Patti Smith.