***************************************************************************** *** stargore-77.neocities.org *********************************************** ****************************************** e-mail: stargore@disroot.org ***** ***************************************************************************** ***************************************************************************** ***************************************************************************** *** Title: This Train Is Bound For Glory ************************************ ** ** ** Fandom: Hard Core Logo (movie & book) ** ** Summary: "every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world". ** ** Some overheared bullshit about punk politics. Also, Hard Core Logo are ** ** there. ** ** Notes: This fic was first posted to Ao3 on the 25th of June, 2025. ** ** ** ***************************************************************************** ** ** ** Chapter 1 ** ** ** ** Here's a true confession about Joe Dick, something Billy is pretty sure ** ** only he and Joe and maybe some of their old classmates from high school ** ** know: when Joe was a teenager, he had desperately wanted to be ** ** Joe Strummer. ** ** ** ** The Clash played Vancouver for the first time in 1979. They let all the ** ** kids who were too young or poor to go to the show come in for the sound ** ** check. Joe had played hooky and gone while Billy was stuck talking to ** ** his fucking guidance counsellor. ** ** ** ** Joe had been allowed to hold Joe Strummer's guitar. He hadn't shut up ** ** about it for weeks. ** ** ** ** Joe was always terribly, hopelessly infatuated with the people he ** ** looked up to. He'd been like that about Joe Strummer, and then about ** ** Bucky Haight. He'd even looked up to Billy that way, for about two ** ** weeks: trying to copy the way that he walked, trying to copy the way he ** ** pushed his hair back off his forehead, buying the same kind of soda as ** ** him when they went to the corner store. ** ** ** ** That was back when they'd just met and Joe still thought Billy was a ** ** car thief, a hood, a real JD, not just a poor kid who'd been sitting in ** ** a stolen car with a bunch of older kids when then cops came. He'd been ** ** crushed when Billy admitted he wasn't really in a gang. ** ** ** ** You were never uncertain about how Joe Dick felt about you. He loved ** ** you or he hated you, and either way, he would let you know. ** ** ** ** Joe, whatever else about him, loved people immensely, pathetically, ** ** helplessly. Billy had never loved anybody more than he loved himself. ** ** "You have all the warmth and compassion of a rattlesnake," a girl ** ** called Crystal told him once during a breakup, and Billy'd just felt ** ** touched that she knew him so well. ** ** ** ******* Joe Strummer: /....If you're really serious, you know, you ******* ******* can't-- you haven't even got time to have a personal life/. ******* ******* ******* ******* Interviewer [sarcastically]: /If you want to join the ******* ******* revolution, you have to jump in with both feet/. ******* ******* ******* ******* Joe Strummer: /Well, before we talk about revolution, let's ******* ******* talk about the fact that everybody's fast asleep. Y'know, ******* ******* you're running way ahead of yourself there/. ******* ******* ******* ******* Interviewer: /You still think that the general public is ******* ******* fast asleep?/ ******* ******* ******* ******* Joe Strummer: Definitely. Otherwise, why would all the cons ******* ******* be foisted on us? You know -- the education system's a con. ******* ******* The record business is a con -- big business is a con. ******* ******* City life is a con, country life is a con. The army's a con, ******* ******* the navy's a con -- even cable television is a con. ******* ******* Even rock and roll is a con! ******* ******* - The Clash, interviewed in Toronto, 1984. ******* ******* ******* ** ** ** It seemed like the world was full of suckers, and the cons they eagerly ** ** bought into. Billy had never wanted to be a sucker or a con, and ** ** neither had Joe. ** ** ** ** The only difference was that Billy thought that caring about politics ** ** made you a sucker, whether you were getting conned by the left or the ** ** right, while Joe thought that not caring about politics made you the ** ** biggest sucker of them all. ** ** ** ** Joe breathed fire in those days. Viva la revolution, viva la rock and ** ** roll. But it seemed like he'd come around to Billy's way of thinking, ** ** by the time they did the reunion. ** ** ** ** Billy had been watching. Billy had sat in the corner while Bruce ** ** interviewed Joe for the documentary -- footage that ended up on the ** ** cutting room floor, Billy was sure, if only because you could see the ** ** giant coke booger hanging off the end of Joe's nose. Joe had told Bruce ** ** the whole history of the band -- "from rags to rags," he said -- but ** ** he'd never mentioned politics once. ** ** ** ** Bruce had just lapped up everything Joe said. Bruce, Billy thought, ** ** had a very one-dimensional idea of what punk was about, and Joe's ** ** stories about drugs and fights fit into it perfectly. ** ** ** ** Billy hadn't tried to correct the record. What would he even say? ** ** ** ** All those gigs for Rock Against Racism and Punks Against Nukes, all ** ** those benefits for strike funds and women's shelters, all those ** ** heavy-ass boxes of ALF leaflets and Stop The War posters that they'd ** ** lugged from town to town. Gone, vanished, like they never happened, ** ** like they never mattered. ** ** ** ** Billy had always had limited patience for Joe's activist bullshit. ** ** He should have been happy that it seemed to be over for good. ** ** Instead, as he walked away from Bruce's little office and went looking ** ** for a taxi, he'd just felt sad. ** ** ** ** The world was full of suckers and cons, and it looked like Joe had ** ** decided to become a con. Fine. Great. He definitely had the ** ** skills for it. ** ** ** ** Billy had never wanted to be either a con or a sucker. But if you had ** ** to choose -- and it turned out that sooner or later most people had ** ** to choose -- it was better to be selling than to be buying, ** ** better to kill than to be killed. ** ** ** ** It just wasn't easy to watch. ** ** ** ***************************************************************************** ** ** ** Chapter 2 ** ** ** ** Joe loved people immensely, hopelessly, pathetically, right up until he ** ** decided he was done with them. Then he dropped them like ** ** a piece of trash. ** ** ** ** By 1980 Joe'd been telling everyone that Joe Strummer was a fat ** ** coke-addicted hypocrite, and the Clash were sellouts, and their ** ** new album sucked. ** ** ** ** So maybe Joe had fallen out of love with the left. And, just like ** ** always, decided to pretend that he'd never really cared. ** ** ** ** The left had let Joe down. You just had to look around you to see that ** ** the revolution hadn't happened, and probably never would. ** ** ** ** And Joe was stupid for ever having believed in it, but Billy realized ** ** now that some part of him had been hoping that Joe was right. Had been ** ** hoping that someday they'd stop torturing bunny rabbits in labs, and ** ** bombing poor countries for oil, and letting people go hungry when ** ** there was plenty of food. ** ** ** ** It wasn't like punk rock had ever been the most efficient way to stop ** ** any of those things, and Billy was sure that there were other people ** ** out there trying to make it happen. But if Joe had given up, Joe who ** ** had been such a true believer, then maybe they were in bigger trouble ** ** than they thought.... ** ** ** ** "I'm not gonna go out like the Woodstock generation," Joe told a ** ** journalist once. "Where are those people now?" he asked, not knowing ** ** that what happened to them would happen to him too, and he answered ** ** his own question. "They're dead, or they sold out." Nothing changes. ** ** The beat goes on. /Every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from ** ** rock 'n' roll grabs the mic to tell me he'll die before he's sold/. ** ** Death or glory, just another story. ** ** ** ** Joe could still quote every lyric to every song on London Calling, ** ** long after he sold his copy of the record. He'd organized the benefit ** ** for Bucky Haight, even though the last time they'd seen Bucky ** ** he'd called Joe a talentless, flashy attention seeker and then ** ** stolen all their coke. ** ** ** ** And Joe could never, ever, let go of Billy, all these long years since ** ** Joseph Mulgrew nudged Bill Boisy in the line outside the old Vancouver ** ** courthouse and asked /hey, you got a light/? ** ** ** ** So maybe Joe's politics would come back to him, in some new shape. ** ** Billy hoped so. Because right now, Billy thought, Joe looked like ** ** somebody who had fallen out of love with life. ** ** ** ***************************************************************************** ******* End Notes: ********************************************************** *** The Clash interview quoted in Chapter 1 is real, and can be found on *** ** YouTube and Archive.org (Toronto Tour Bus Interview, MuchMusic). ** * There's also some quotes from the lyrics of /Death or Glory/ from the * * album /London Calling/. * * * ** This fic was inspired by how different Joe Dick's characterisation is ** ** in the movie versus the book, and by my long-standing interest in the ** *** relationship between punk and politics (a complex and fascinating *** *** topic which I have done no justice here). I am sure I will be *** *** returning to this topic in other Hard Core Logo fics. *** ** ** ** The giant coke booger in Joe's nose was inspired by the giant coke ** * booger in Neil Young's nose which had to be painstakingly edited * * out of The Last Waltz. * ** ** *** This file was created on the 2nd of December, 2025. *** ** ** ******* The men at the factory are old and cunning ************************** ******* You don't owe nothing, so boy get running *************************** *****************************************************************************