Q&A WITH Y&T: It Only Figures
If happiness is a warm gun, Y&T must be on the point of gleeful delirium, straddled across a cannon in the hot California sun. It’s what we in the business call a photo session; it’s what a bunch of bums suckling on generic liquor on the grass call “hey waddafuck you doin’ up there man”; it’s what Y&T call meeting the press an hour before their show down the road at the Santa Monica Civic.
Q&A WITH Y&T: It Only Figures
by
Sylvie Simmons
If happiness is a warm gun, Y&T must be on the point of gleeful delirium, straddled across a cannon in the hot California sun. It’s what we in the business call a photo session; it’s what a bunch of bums suckling on generic liquor on the grass call “hey waddafuck you doin’ up there man”; it’s what Y&T call meeting the press an hour before their show down the road at the Santa Monica Civic. “Eyyy, ” a couple of kids passing by scream out, “It’s the Ramones!” No, children; all leather jackets were not created equal in the eyes of the Lord. A more knowledgeable trio screech their wagon to attention and hightail it over to shuffle on the spot and go ‘awlriiiiite. ’ A teenage girl tiptoes over to Leonard Haze. “Excuse me sir. What kind of music do you play?” Good question; give the woman a job. Answers the drummer and founding member: “Heavy rock.” What else?