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Jan. 11th, 2015 | 03:20 pm
“My uncle would give me money to go to prostitutes. He would ask me, “How was it?” and I would say, “Great!” But I was actually spending all the money at the Concerto record shop, where I spent all my time. I was more interested in music than sex.”
[...] At the time punk was not so widespread in Israel. There was only one punk in Tel Aviv and one in Jerusalem. I was the one in Jerusalem. I cut my hair, dripped blood (from a bleeding nose) on my white shirt, gave a concert at school where I joked about concentration camps with a song called “Treblinka Oh Sweet Treblinka,” which presented the camp as if in a travel brochure.
http://www.dustandgrooves.com/phili
[...] At the time punk was not so widespread in Israel. There was only one punk in Tel Aviv and one in Jerusalem. I was the one in Jerusalem. I cut my hair, dripped blood (from a bleeding nose) on my white shirt, gave a concert at school where I joked about concentration camps with a song called “Treblinka Oh Sweet Treblinka,” which presented the camp as if in a travel brochure.
http://www.dustandgrooves.com/phili