Sometimes, you just have to do an inventory and remember what you're good at. In the case of Cleveland, it's punk.
Searching for attitudinal compatibilities, using the phrase "Welcome to Cleveland. Now go home," I ran across these fine upstanding young men, and I find what they're delivering refreshing. It reminds me of the time in the late 1960s and early 1970s when WMMS made this place really exciting on the music front--it's raw, irreverent, and basically healthy, a jubilant nihilism born out of great love.
I wonder if Cleveland City Council will finance the next punk dinner, as they did to the tune of $1,000,000 for the Rock Hall banquet, run by those who know the words, but not the tune. I wonder if these punks got any of the money for the arts from that cigarette tax that Eric Fingerhut and Tom Schorgl touted a few years back? Where is all that money going, by the way--how much is it, and who has benefited?
I wonder if they want to help us get some of that money back?