CBGB’s is the last safe refuge for the dissenters from the culture of the living dead that is American music today. We know what’s next. First they take away our CBGB’s, next we’re all wearing orange suits at Guatanamo wired directly to Mariah Carey tracks. But I’m warning the Bush-bots now: you won’t take me alive, or alone. Give me my CBGB’s or slack or death.
La Lutta Continua!
– Greg Palast