On September 3, 1987, Fugazi played their first show. I was 782 days old, and I was not there. Exactly 20 years later, Glen E. Friedman is celebrating Fugazi's beginnings, and presumably my lack of attendance, by releasing Keep Your Eyes Open, a book of photography revolving around the little band from the District of Columbia who basically invented a bunch of this shit.
By being courteous enough to donate their souls to Friedman's ever-eloquent photographic eye, Fugazi have made a big step in cementing their legacy as underground legends. Besides being a vital cultural artifact, Keep Your Eyes Open is the perfect gift for:
- Your friends who have entered the stage in their lives where they can use coffee table books but are still sort of in denial about it.
- Your nephew that always wears cutoff shorts with no socks.
- Ian Mackaye, vocalist of Fugazi
- My mother, because she will thank you profusely and then give it to me.
I am also going to take this time to point out that a friend of mine once publicly stated that he thinks Fugazi sounds like the Red Hot Chili Peppers. He can be reached here">here.