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  <body>Born in Liverpool in 1957, I grew up to the sights and sounds of The Beatles - I often saw George on the bus, in the pub, or just Here, There and Everywhere; on my way Across the Universe, it wasn&#8217;t unusual to bump into John, and he often stopped to say Something. They were lovely guys.

In &#8216;77, I needed to get away from my hometown - I was ready to Rock the Casbah, but I heard London Calling and in the course of my journey, fell in love with a young man called Joe Strummer. They were dangerous times and I was afraid of The Clash that would occur every time skinheads met peace punks like Joe and I, but he kept me safe from the Guns of Brixton. Years passed and by then I&#8217;d realised, London&#8217;s Burning - it was terrifying but exhilarating, there&#8217;s just Something About England. I received news that my old friend Johnny Lennon had been shot in the USA; it was too much to take and I wanted to deliver some Instant Karma to the country that had stolen his life. Should I Stay or Should I go? I left and headed for New York.

The scene in New York threw me into a whirlwind of revolution and anarchy. There were riots everywhere, underground parties, drugs on the streets, anti-war protests and demonstrations of every kind. There were Talking Heads everywhere I went. That&#8217;s Life During Wartime for you - everyone was running around like a Psycho Killer.

I found myself when I first stepped into a little pub called CBGB&#8217;s. There was a tall, thin man and his brothers onstage playing music that, upon hearing, I realised had changed the course of life as we know it. I&#8217;d found the root of almost everything I loved, and it was too much to comprehend. I thought to myself, I Wanna Be Sedated. The excitement raged a rampage within me as the tall man made his way over to me. The rest is history - we got married and headed for some California Sun, where we lived happily ever after until The KKK Took My Baby Away.

The internet keeps most people in the present and the future, where they thrive on things like facebook and file sharing. But I say, Never Mind the Bollocks, new forms of communication let me live in the past - isn&#8217;t it wonderful that online, your name, life and story can be whatever you want it to be?

love and peace,
Retty Ramone</body>
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  <title>The Songs Say it All</title>
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