Watching the Clash perform, Bangs wrote, was like wishing for a night we can “pretend is the rest of [our] lives.” It’s about the power of personal liberation, and even if tomorrow you go back to your boring existence, at least you had that one night when “you were blasted outside of yourself and the monotony which defines most life anywhere at any time . . . when you supped on lightning and nothing else in the realms of the living or dead mattered at all.”
