Hard to believe it’s been twelve fourteen years! since Joey Ramone, the most recognizable “brudder from Queens”, died after a prolonged battle with lymphoma. He was 49.
There’s not much to say about him that hasn’t already been said over the last dozen years (to say nothing of the thirty odd years during his career). Instead, for his yahrtzeit, let’s just enjoy Joey (along with an impressive cross-section of the musicians, actors, and ordinary people) singing about about the city he loved.
Turn your speakers up loud. It’s what Joey would have wanted.
Nice.
I knew Joey back in the late 70s and early 80s growing up in the New York CBGB, Maxes scene. He was always a mentch. I attended more than 50 concerts, mostly on the guest list and never took my Kippa off. While Johnny Ramone was a jackass and made fun of it, Joey was respectful. When he died I said Kaddish for him. We all miss him.
Sweet.