tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968056.post108646335809986179..comments2007-04-01T19:42:29.184-07:00Jimmy Littlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00700283384274714344noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968056.post-1121568710814736312005-07-16T19:51:00.000-07:002005-07-16T19:51:00.000-07:00Yeah, I was thirty and living over here in California before I owned or even needed a car. I think you really have to buy into -- or at least experience -- the whole (heavily sentimentalised...) car thing before Boss Bruce (or much US punk, for that matter) starts making much sense. Never worked for me, though -- I still think of "street" as being something on foot in London or Sydney -- rather than a large Hummer or Chevy on the streets of Noo Joisey or LA. My loss, I'm sure :-).Jimmy Littlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00700283384274714344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968056.post-1121480789624451652005-07-15T19:26:00.000-07:002005-07-15T19:26:00.000-07:00how true, how very true. my troupe of friends only had 2 drivers amongst them - maybe they could identify with the boss??Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06565923553564056314noreply@blogger.com