ROCK • A • RAMA
RAMONES (Sire)::I was at a baseball game with Allen Lanier—the Twins vs. the Rangers or some such shit, it was in Minneapolis anyway— and he kept trying to explain to me why baseball was good because it was boring, a line of reasoning also pursued unsuccessfully (at least to my understanding) by R. Meltzer in barroom conversations past.
ROCK • A • RAMA
RAMONES (Sire)::I was at a baseball game with Allen Lanier—the Twins vs. the Rangers or some such shit, it was in Minneapolis anyway— and he kept trying to explain to me why baseball was good because it was boring, a line of reasoning also pursued unsuccessfully (at least to my understanding) by R. Meltzer in barroom conversations past. I just kept drinking beer, and just happened to have brought along my trusty cassette deck, which I kept turning on, blasting out with the Ramones, whom I discovered were perfect baseball cheering music: "Eye! Oh! Let's go?" Even the assiduously scorekeeping little kid in front of us was getting off on it. In fact everybody was but Allen who kept shutting off my recorder, and Ric, the BOC roadie who wouldn't even deign to converse re Ramones or Kiss ("You gotta understand, he's kind of an earnest type guy," Allen explained privately). Later that day I scored an even bigger hit when 1 treated the other passengers to the, whole first side of Ramones and got thrown off United Airlines Flight 431 for my troubles. 1 foghat who won the ball game.
