Courtney Winfree writes:
It was 1978. London, England. A small venue called the Music Machine in Camden Town, where punk rock was infecting everything in its path.
I was thirteen. It was my first concert ever.
Three other thirteen-year-old girls and I shed the Levis we left my house in and replaced them with shredded short-shorts and fishnets.
I knew this night was going to be good.
I had no idea it was going to be Iggy Pop good.
(Welcome to my friend Courtney Winfree as a new LNMC writer)
Open thread.