I just don't see how the original primo dirt and stench of CBGB's is going to survive the trip West. For starters there's a dead zone out there in the desert past Kingston Nevada for 90 miles
to Las Vaguest. And as you pass through it your soul is leeched out of you by the money-grubbing animals.
Y'all didn't know that?
Haven't you read your FUCKING HUNTER THOMPSON?
We predict GENERATIONS of Joey Ramone impersonators making a ghastly-enormous living playing that venue.
Before I get old and ugly next year, when my youth fails to last forever hehehehehhe
I want a job in Las Vaguest
doing Angel Stern doing Her First Session over and over and then I will train someone to impersonate Angel Stern and do that First Session over and over and over, and I also want an Anya Impersonator in her infamous black rubber bodysuit, with both of us in a vitrine grinding our stilettos into the guy's hands and snorting and laughing and spilling beer on the guy's head and etc. etc., etc. and I want to be the one to
hire the scads of cute Chinese girls to impersonate Anya...
and in "The CGBG Showcase Revue" there has to be a segue into the ladies' bathroom where Anya takes OFF the black rubber body suit and I wipe her off and powder her down and and and
of course there will be a steady, long, endless flow of potential 'slaves'
wanting to play
The Guy Who Gets The First Session
and all around us/them will swirl the degenerate cast of staged debaucheries
that will be corporate CBGBs
and
Seven can take tickets and steal from the box office and
we can thus retire filthy rich pigs with no souls who needs one anyway?
oh thats right... to sell it to...
Love,
S'tan