Brother Wayne
I love the MC5, but my one interaction with guitarist Wayne Kramer left me feeling sore. It’s only now, after his death, that I see who he really was.
I was pissed at Wayne Kramer.
It was October of 2018. Earlier that month, I’d met him backstage during the Portland stop of the MC50 tour through my friend Brendan, the drummer for this leg. When Brendan introduced us I played it cool, resisting the urge to fan out on someone described as a “godfather of punk,” …
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