About a week ago, Tesco, who writes wonderful essays about punk rock on his blog but also, in my opinion, has too many links to blonde porn stars on his site (let the reader beware), invited me to write a little ditty about Jim Carroll, one of the most overlooked poets of the early NYC punk scene. I readily obliged and a couple of days ago, banged out this, which is now playing on Tesco's site.
I doubt that many of you care about Jim Carroll, but you should have a read anyway. Just remember to cover your left eye when you scroll down.