The Clash Turn Pro (Sort Of)

TUESDAY LUNCHTIME: Cleveland Airport. With a couple of hours to kill before my one-stop-only flight to Minneapolis and the first date on the Clash’s second American tour (bewilderingly named ‘The clash Take The Fifth’), I dragged out the Corona Calypso, balanced it sloppily on a tubular chrome ashtray (everything’s bigger and shinier at Cleveland Airport) and started attacking the keys. Unfortunately, this attracted the attention of a perambulating mahogany tree.