I was 13 when my 20-year-old brother saw The Clash without me. Heartbroken, I drank enough vodka to puke in grandma's bed and pass out on the floor. I awoke at the local hospital with an IV in my arm, my pale mother and smirking brother at the bedside. It reminded me of M*A*S*H. It was the last chance to see The Clash before self-destruction -- drummer Topper Headon was going on a major heroin bender, and within a year Mick Jones would split for General Public and Big Audio Dynamite. London Calling came out in 1979. The double album [...]