Christopher Sebela

writer, wronger, rearranger

On December 1, 1978, Scott and his brother went to see Black Sabbath on their Never Say Die tour at the Swing Auditorium in San Bernardino, California. Van Halen, whose debut album was tearing up the charts, had been opening much of the tour but were not on the bill in San Bernardino. That night, the job of warming up thousands of stoned, Ozzy-devoted headbangers fell to four leather jacketed minimalist rockers from Forrest Hills, Queens: the Ramones.

As you can imagine, the Sabbath fans didn’t take to the Ramones stripped-down, sped-up, two-minute blasts of bubblegum punk. It only took a couple songs before the bottles started flying. Eventually, the rain of garbage became too much to contend with and the Ramones abandoned the stage. But before surrendering his post, Dee Dee Ramone marched to the front of the stage, stared down the audience, and with his bass held over his head, said, “FUCK YOU. WE’RE THE FUTURE.”

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