MANIBLOG: I AM RIGHT..and other assorted ramblings
                     In Loving Memory Of  TOMMY RAMONE
I said  R I P Tommy before I went to bed

Then I woke up with a whole bigger, more intense  feeling.

I knew Tommy since the beginning of the Ramones-Dictators friendship, 

Which was a great one.

We were contemporaries, fans of each other’s bands.

Tons of love and respect. Musically, cut out of a very similar piece of cloth.

Tommy was a very quiet man. We were complete  opposites. REALLY!

A few years back, at the YIVO Institute of Yiddish culture in Manhattan, Tommy, myself, Chris Stein, and Lenny Kaye shared a stage, discussing Punk Rock and the Jewish connection. 240 people showed up to hear us Punk Jews opinionatin’ n’ shit. 

In all the years I have known the Ramones, Tommy and Joey are the ones I felt closest with. Joey was a real pal, who I hung with. DD a pal from a distance. Depending which DD showed up that day, we were close or not. 

Johnny, I always got along with. His surly rep, and vibe of wanting to be left alone and controlling  his environment always kept me at arms length. That was ok.I KNEW we had YANKEE love in common. I always depended on THAT as a conversation opener. Again, much mutual respect. 

I never had a lot of communication with Tommy. I did not know him well, as in being real close, good friends. But since day one, back in ‘76 or so, every single time I ran into Tommy, or shared some Punk Rock stage with him, there was never anything but good vibes. We were glad to see each other, with the silent acknowledgment that he and I shared something special on this planet (besides our January 29th birthdays)


I actually (Jeez, I hope THIS don’t make me MORE enemies!) always thought of Tommy as “The Normal Ramone”…Quiet, not involved in the bullshit, got out IN TIME..I could be wrong about this summation, but it’s how I thought of him anyway.

A coupla’  tree years ago, my family rented a house near Woodstock, NY…On a day we were to drive back to the city so I could record my radio program, we were gonna stop in  the town of Phoenicia first, to see Tommy and his woman do their bluegrass thing.

The skies opened up with rain, never letting up, and we opted for a straight ride to the city. I never got to see Tommy’s bluegrass band.

Tommy died in a manner I think was true to his quietness, his private ways. I had no idea he was sick, or in a hospice.

The thing that got to me today, the thing I spoke of at the top of this writing, was bigger than Tommy. Bigger than the Dictators. Bigger than the Ramones.(But not bigger than the BEATLES!)

It is my/our mortality


There are a fixed amount of experiences we will all have in our lifetime.

As I grow older, I lose more and more of the people that were part of my experiences. In this case, one of the great experiences of my life. Music, Punk Rock, CBGB, The Ramones. 

Four Original RAMONES. For my MONEY, THEE RAMONES. PERIOD.
GONE.

A whole section of my life, GONE. Now a memory. Like all experiences, they turn into a memory. 

But OH!, what a great memory it is.

Thank you for leaving the world the legacy, the JOY, known as THE RAMONES BODY OF MUSIC, Tommy me boy.

I’ll see ya’ up there, uh, wait, maybe down there….

REST IN PIECE my friend.

HDM
NYC
12 JULY 2014



 

                     In Loving Memory Of  TOMMY RAMONE

I said  R I P Tommy before I went to bed

Then I woke up with a whole bigger, more intense  feeling.

I knew Tommy since the beginning of the Ramones-Dictators friendship, 

Which was a great one.

We were contemporaries, fans of each other’s bands.

Tons of love and respect. Musically, cut out of a very similar piece of cloth.

Tommy was a very quiet man. We were complete  opposites. REALLY!

A few years back, at the YIVO Institute of Yiddish culture in Manhattan, Tommy, myself, Chris Stein, and Lenny Kaye shared a stage, discussing Punk Rock and the Jewish connection. 240 people showed up to hear us Punk Jews opinionatin’ n’ shit. 

In all the years I have known the Ramones, Tommy and Joey are the ones I felt closest with. Joey was a real pal, who I hung with. DD a pal from a distance. Depending which DD showed up that day, we were close or not. 

Johnny, I always got along with. His surly rep, and vibe of wanting to be left alone and controlling  his environment always kept me at arms length. That was ok.I KNEW we had YANKEE love in common. I always depended on THAT as a conversation opener. Again, much mutual respect. 

I never had a lot of communication with Tommy. I did not know him well, as in being real close, good friends. But since day one, back in ‘76 or so, every single time I ran into Tommy, or shared some Punk Rock stage with him, there was never anything but good vibes. We were glad to see each other, with the silent acknowledgment that he and I shared something special on this planet (besides our January 29th birthdays)

I actually (Jeez, I hope THIS don’t make me MORE enemies!) always thought of Tommy as “The Normal Ramone”…Quiet, not involved in the bullshit, got out IN TIME..I could be wrong about this summation, but it’s how I thought of him anyway.

A coupla’  tree years ago, my family rented a house near Woodstock, NY…On a day we were to drive back to the city so I could record my radio program, we were gonna stop in  the town of Phoenicia first, to see Tommy and his woman do their bluegrass thing.

The skies opened up with rain, never letting up, and we opted for a straight ride to the city. I never got to see Tommy’s bluegrass band.

Tommy died in a manner I think was true to his quietness, his private ways. I had no idea he was sick, or in a hospice.

The thing that got to me today, the thing I spoke of at the top of this writing, was bigger than Tommy. Bigger than the Dictators. Bigger than the Ramones.(But not bigger than the BEATLES!)

It is my/our mortality

There are a fixed amount of experiences we will all have in our lifetime.

As I grow older, I lose more and more of the people that were part of my experiences. In this case, one of the great experiences of my life. Music, Punk Rock, CBGB, The Ramones. 

Four Original RAMONES. For my MONEY, THEE RAMONES. PERIOD.

GONE.

A whole section of my life, GONE. Now a memory. Like all experiences, they turn into a memory. 

But OH!, what a great memory it is.

Thank you for leaving the world the legacy, the JOY, known as THE RAMONES BODY OF MUSIC, Tommy me boy.

I’ll see ya’ up there, uh, wait, maybe down there….

REST IN PIECE my friend.

HDM

NYC

12 JULY 2014

 

Think about it folks. What is GENIUS. To me, HDM, it is shooting a TV show, about 55-60 years ago, that has 4 main stars, 3, 95% of the time. Set?..A door, a window, a table, a chair an icebox, a stove?…50 sq. ft. of space, 90% of the time. Words. Dialogue (lots of improv, I bet), acting, and…MAGIC…Think about the above. How AMAZING these people were, to make us want to see this claustrophobic setting, and these 3 people, over, and over, and over again. For decade after decade, after decade.…….GENIUS!

Think about it folks. What is GENIUS. To me, HDM, it is shooting a TV show, about 55-60 years ago, that has 4 main stars, 3, 95% of the time. Set?..A door, a window, a table, a chair an icebox, a stove?…50 sq. ft. of space, 90% of the time. Words. Dialogue (lots of improv, I bet), acting, and…MAGIC…Think about the above. How AMAZING these people were, to make us want to see this claustrophobic setting, and these 3 people, over, and over, and over again. For decade after decade, after decade.
…….GENIUS!

HDM » *PTC’D!
(*Pissed To Capacity)
In the old days, we had HEAD SHOPS. Little out of the way places where “heads” could purchase rolling paper,little hash pipes, or the occasional bong.
Jews ran candy stores, that served fountain specialities, home made soup, spaldeens, pencie pinkies, stick pretzels, and the like. 

XENOPHOBE MANITOBA sees, in EVERY FUCKIN’ CANDY STORE WINDOW, OWNED BY _____________,(FILL IN THE BLANK) BONGS.LIKE THE ONES PICTURED ABOVE. THIS IS WHEN I HATE THIS CITY…TITS AND ASS MAGS ARE OFFENSIVE, BUT HIDDEN IN THE BACK OF THE STORE.
WHILE DRUG PARAPHERNALIA IS PROMINENTLY DISPLAYED IN THE WINDOW.
DONE.  

HDM » *PTC’D!

(*Pissed To Capacity)

In the old days, we had HEAD SHOPS. Little out of the way places where “heads” could purchase rolling paper,little hash pipes, or the occasional bong.

Jews ran candy stores, that served fountain specialities, home made soup, spaldeens, pencie pinkies, stick pretzels, and the like. 

XENOPHOBE MANITOBA sees, in EVERY FUCKIN’ CANDY STORE WINDOW, OWNED BY _____________,(FILL IN THE BLANK) BONGS.LIKE THE ONES PICTURED ABOVE. THIS IS WHEN I HATE THIS CITY…TITS AND ASS MAGS ARE OFFENSIVE, BUT HIDDEN IN THE BACK OF THE STORE.

WHILE DRUG PARAPHERNALIA IS PROMINENTLY DISPLAYED IN THE WINDOW.

DONE.  

2 EAST VILLAGE BEE YOU TEEZ!  ZOE HANSEN & ANN HANAVAN

2 EAST VILLAGE BEE YOU TEEZ! ZOE HANSEN & ANN HANAVAN

HDM #50CENT

HDM #50CENT

For people who don’t understand my relationship with this man, the "INTERNET SENSATION" JIM TIESO, let me explain.

Jim and I love to one up each other with torturous pictures making fun of each other.We have become very good friends.Our private messages, belie our true friendship. Out public posts are for “ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY”. It is a relief from the daily stresses of life. Nothing more, nothing less,
If you get it, and think it’s funny, good. Enjoy the laughter. If you don’t, well, then don’t.

Jim was supposed to come to NYC this weekend for a UFC fight, and a coupla’ tree dinners. Sadly, his dad passed away at 92 years of age. 

Jim’s dad won a Purple Heart from  duty served in  WWII. He was at Iwo Jima. He was as tough an old school Italian man as there was.

I am taking this moment to thank Jim’s father for his service, and for helping spawn a wonderful son, who is as generous, gracious,selfless, and loving as a good friend could be.The MANITOBA FAMILY loves the TIESO FAMILY .
We wish you all strength and love at this time…...and I am putting on a straightjacket for a week or so, so I can’t post anymore photos making fun of Jim…

For people who don’t understand my relationship with this man, the "INTERNET SENSATION" JIM TIESO, let me explain.

Jim and I love to one up each other with torturous pictures making fun of each other.We have become very good friends.Our private messages, belie our true friendship. Out public posts are for “ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY”. It is a relief from the daily stresses of life. Nothing more, nothing less,

If you get it, and think it’s funny, good. Enjoy the laughter. If you don’t, well, then don’t.

Jim was supposed to come to NYC this weekend for a UFC fight, and a coupla’ tree dinners. Sadly, his dad passed away at 92 years of age. 

Jim’s dad won a Purple Heart from  duty served in  WWII. He was at Iwo Jima. He was as tough an old school Italian man as there was.

I am taking this moment to thank Jim’s father for his service, and for helping spawn a wonderful son, who is as generous, gracious,selfless, and loving as a good friend could be.

The MANITOBA FAMILY loves the TIESO FAMILY .

We wish you all strength and love at this time….

..and I am putting on a straightjacket for a week or so, so I can’t post anymore photos making fun of Jim…

HDM THE PRESENTER!
C’MON DOWN!!!!!!
THE DICTATORS NYC GIG

Some people stay in shape all year ‘round. Some get into shape for their “fights”

It is said, in boxing parlance, that Roberto Duran, (TOP)”walked around @ 90, or 200.” He came into the ring @ 60, Middleweight, in the latter part of his career.

HDM:(BOTTOM) I have 2 weeks to go until “MY FIGHT”, a DICTATORS NYC gig at BOWERY ELECTRIC, THURSDAY, JANUARY 23.

I walked up 44 flights yesterday, whipping myself into shape
Today I go for 53.

RUBY THE KNISH MAN

I stayed a quarter mile down the road from THE CONCORD HOTEL, on KIAMESHA LAKE,at a bungalow colony called, “RYKE-INN”..Them Jews are so creative…Owner was SOL RYKEIN(or SOMETHING LIKE THAT) 
Needless to say, me and my sister, in OUR ULTIMATE COOLNESS came up with the name, “KIKE-INN”
Sol was a nasty unfriendly guy, a bah humbug, nasty to children kind of guy…That is until it was time to sign up for the following summer. Then he would stop off to everybody’s bungalow with a bottle of scotch, proceed to get you drunk, laugh, connect, be jolly, and get you to sign on the bottom line to take a bungalow for the next summer. 

We had one of THEE great JEWISH characters in the HISTORY of JEWISH characters, and Mr. Friedman, I know that’s saying a lot…He was,
“RUBY THE KNISH MAN”..The announcement would come over what is now, an antiquated PA system…There would be “3 Breaths, blows”, into the microphone, to make sure the mike was on and reaching all the renters,The announcement was then made…”RUBY THE KNISHMAN IS NOW ON THE PREMISES, RUBY THE KNISHMAN IS NOW ON THE PREMISES”..All the kids would come running. A Brooklyn, Borscht Belt LEGEND…..



http://www.brucebrodinsky.com/ruby.html  PLEASE READ!!!!

BEST,
HDM