On the plane back, I went back

Coming back from New York, I caught the tail end of one of my favorite rock doc's.

They bleeped most of the offensive language as if that by itself made it less dangerous somehow.

Time has done that to punk pretty well.

I confess, however, I still felt the old sense of "fuck'em" run through the soul as I watched four drunks put it back in the face of the machine with their completely unmanageable "not gonna take this shit anymore" truthfulness.

There are days when I'd like to feel this after a night of theatre.

Occasionally, of course, it still happens. Usually during a Martin Crimp or Sam Shepard or Martin McDonagh or Caryl Churchill show, believe it or not.

Still.

But without further bullshit, here's the trailer for "The Filth and the Fury." It's got some kind of Eastern European subtitles which seems appropriate.

Have a great weekend.