Spit It Out

Here's another post that probably doesn't need to be written, but what the hell?

I've written a few venomous times about how much I lament Daniel Boulud's preposterously-named eatery, DBGB, over on the Bowery, shaking my fist and wagging my middle-finger at its ham-fisted appropriation of punk iconography and lore to sell slavishly overpriced grub. I've also been told -- in due course -- to get over it, grow up, move on, get with the times, let go of the past, etc. Fair enough. But as EV Grieve reported this morning, Boulud is continuing to rifle through the drawers of punk to shill his product, lifting the signature sprint of The Clash's "Magnificent 7" on the restaurant's website. Now, for all I know, maybe that was all paid for and legit, but it doesn't make it any less irritating. Also -- and I'll admit that this is the most pedantic of points imaginable -- The Clash never actually played at CBGB.

Don't tell me to move on and get over it when Boulud and his ilk (hello, John Varvatos) continue to make both a mockery and a crass profit from the very past I and other precious flag-wavers are being told to get over. Run your little restaurant, but leave the punk stuff out of it, please.

Hurrumph.