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David Kirby

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I'm bouncing across the Scottish heath in a rented Morris Minor
		and listening to an interview with Rat Scabies, drummer
of the first punk band, The Damned, and Mr. Scabies,
	who’s probably 50 or so and living comfortably on royalties,
is as recalcitrant as ever, as full of despair and self-loathing,

but the

The two musicians pour forth their souls abroad
                         in such an ecstasy as to charm the audience
             like none I’ve ever seen before, and when
they finish, they rise and hug each other,
                         and then the tabla player bends down
and touches



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