Punk Like Him
Conflict has always been part of being punk, and not just physical conflicts. In the mid- to late-90s I knew a struggling musician, Elliott, andburning through a series of pop-punk bands, part Kiss and part The Queershe was struggling in more than the economic sense. Elliott was struggling with his identity. And as I watch The Future Is Unwritten, a lovingly assembled collage commemoratingand at times even criticizingJoe Strummer of the Clash, who died from a congenital heart defect in 2002, I think back to a flinty veneer that cracked early in the a.m. one humid Alabama night in 1998.
We were a half-dozen friends going to see a band. Well, wed really gone to get whiskey bent, and more memorable than the show was the wake of strewn trash as everyone marched Sherman-style across Birminghams South Side. Once back at my apartment, Elliott stayed out front to smoke a butt while the rest of us cracked some High Life. I started to get worried, though, when the beer got warm but perpetually squirrelly Elliotts seat was still cold.
I found him, sprawled out on the lawn where hed been deposited, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. Except it was a metal cigarette, he smelled like scorched resin and fresh rain and through his glazed eyes I could see Elliott knew that I knew.
Ah, shit, man, he drawled hazily. I know what youre thinkin, but I aint no fuckin hippie! I just like to smoke pot, man. But Im still punk... Im still punk!
At that moment I wasnt sure if Elliottbaked and fearing his cred emotionally batteredwas trying harder to convince me or himself. And its that memory that resonates repeatedly during viewing of The Future Is Unwritten, because Strummer also comes across as a man sometimes caught in a schism of his own design. As presented by Julien Temple (The Great Rock & Roll Swindle, The Filth & The Fury), Strummer is his own narrator, drawn from archival radio shows. Filling in the gaps are bonfire conversations with family, friends and followerskept equal by being kept anonymous, their anecdotes not their names or titles the focus. This is an homage to Strummers latter post-Glastonbury years rediscovering the communal spirit repeatedly, forcefully recast by but never expunged from diplomats son John Graham Mellor aka LSD-uncorked art collage busker Woody (aka political squatter and gypsy spokesman Joe Strummer). Strummer, like Elliott, couldnt initially reconcile his identities, and he unflinchingly truncated relationships during reinvention.
The sketchbook opens as a cheekily self-proclaimed punk rock warlord blurts White Riot, proving punk isnt about hitting every note, its noting what hits: Its action and reaction. Limited to only hitting all six strings at once, hence the name Strummer, Joe the man and the myth exemplify how punk embraced its own flaws, including a self-defeating relationship with success. The Future Is Unwritten, accompanied on DVD by a directors commentary and 100 minutes of additional campfire reflections, is a captivating, bittersweet epitaph acknowledging Strummers urgency and insecurity, the gradual dilating of his worldview and the filling in of the blank generation. A fire burning, so to speak.
Oh, and as for Elliott, he retired the leather jacket. Now hes in country-rock bands and handcrafting furniture. I dont know if he still smokes pot, but I understand hes happy. To thine own self be true, they say.