This Ain’t No CBGB, This Ain’t No Dinosaur Jr.
A True Story of a Wannabe Punk Rocker
“Are you the bass player in Dinosaur Jr.?” a young woman asked me with the air of having gathered a mountain of courage to approach me. We were at a Descendents concert atMaxwell’s in Hoboken, NJ, one unbearably hot and sweaty night in 1987. I was 21.