On Monday morning fans of punk rock said goodbye to a landmark. Rock poet Patti Smith played the final concert at CBGB, the hallowed rock venue located in Manhattan’s East Village.
If you’re feeling burnt out by midterms and looking for a bit of distraction, we here at the Voice urge you to get outside on what may be the last nice weekend of ‘06. Load up your iPod with some Fugazi, Bad Brains and Black Flag, and head out for a walking tour of D.C. punk rock.
In their long and arduous search for a career path, students seem to be forgetting one option—radical activism. Sure, it’s not exactly the job your parents envisioned you working, but being an activist has its perks. Luckily for D.C., the Provisions Library provides a perfect opportunity to learn about this intriguing calling.
Though the program beckons with the promise of smoke machine haze and strobe lights, don’t get too excited for The Gospel at Colonus, a production that is, in a word, fine.
As you walk through the front entrance on 35th St., you might believe you’ve stepped into a run-of-the-mill high school. Paintings hang from the walls, signaling the presence of an art program in this school. It’s nice, but nothing you haven’t seen before. This is, after all, just another public school in the District of Columbia. Then you notice the dancers.
I’m now a devoted fan of a new league. It’s a league where the players aren’t paid a cent. They have no agents, no crooked boosters and no endorsement deals. They play because they want to. They have no families to feed and no draft status to worry about. Their biggest concern is scraping a knee, or worse yet, ripping their game-day Dockers.
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