The Brat - Leather Guitar Strap
The Brat - Leather Guitar Strap
The Brat - Leather Guitar Strap
The Brat - Leather Guitar Strap
The Brat - Leather Guitar Strap
The Brat - Leather Guitar Strap
The Brat - Leather Guitar Strap
The Brat - Leather Guitar Strap

The Brat - Leather Guitar Strap

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The Brat

You would swear the Bowery, boulevard of broken bums, was wider back then. Wider and darker. A lot darker. Not quite a total wasteland, but a stretch of dingy gas stations and seedy SROs, plus Burroughs still breathing in his bunker, that was more desolate than most can imagine today. The Palace Hotel was certainly no palace, and most definitely not some celeb-studded boutique.

Yet just below that feral flophouse, for exactly two U.S. dollars, you could walk right into CBGB’s, past the pinball machine, at the far end of its dark, smoky, acoustically potent tunnel-like interior, and witness The Ramones playing at the height of their power and glory.

Or Blondie. Or the Talking Heads. Or the Dead Boys. Yeah, there’s no stopping the cretins from hopping — and who, especially all these years later, would want to anyway?

Such is the spirit The Brat celebrates, with deep roots stretching all the way back to Brando’s 618 Perfecto leather jacket. His speed rush came from a Triumph Thunderbird; The Beatles’ came from Prellies, the black market weight loss pills abundant in Hamburg in the days before Brian Epstein took away their black leathers and Sid Vicious was only a toddler. By ’74, however, rock had become more like some polyester Renaissance faire than a snarling young Elvis or even just digestible, danceable AM pop.

So Joey, Dee-Dee, Johnny, and Tommy came along to lead us back to a better future. By subtracting the glam from the Dolls and the stoned meandering from the Stooges, they set countless others free to make even more from even less. Gabba Gabba Hey.

CBGB’s, unlike The Ramones, didn’t have a uniform, just the unifying principle of defiant originality. And that’s really as punk rock as punk rock ever got. Though when it comes to visually capturing that rebellious, uncompromisingly defiant, anti-mainstream spirit of it all, can anyone blame us for loving some classic Schott?

Classic is key, for The Brat, at its core, is about an ethos that transcends time and genre. Whatever music you play, that motivating force is breaking from the crowd when something truer calls — and the exhilaration of finding it.