Wait, what's the name of the Netflix documentary?

I saw the Clash in Montreal around 1979. It was the second big rock show I ever saw and still remains one of the best after literally thousands of other bands.

Two things stood out - how much punkier they were live than on record (I was a big fan of Sandinista! at the time); and how well-tuned up their guitars were! But I quickly noticed that someone would sneak out after each song and replace the guitars - now I'd call him a guitar tech.

I missed seeing Mescaleros in Brooklyn twenty years later. I thought, "Oh, I'll get another chance." Sadly, I was wrong.

Oh, I must relay a friend's affectionate joke: "I learned about Socialism from the British millionaires named the Clash." I could say much the same. My politics have just gotten more radical since, and eventually led me to leave the USA forever.

Thanks for an excellent article that brought back good memories.