Prompt:
A raw, sweat-drenched night at CBGB’s, Bowery, New York City, 1978 — cinematic 16:9 frame. The Ramones explode on the tiny, graffiti-bombed stage under harsh white fluorescent tubes and a choking cloud of cigarette smoke. Center stage: Joey Ramone, towering and skeletal in a ripped leather jacket and dark sunglasses, long black hair plastered to his face, gripping the mic stand like it’s the only thing keeping him upright as he screams “Hey! Ho! Let’s go!” Johnny Ramone, to his right, a stoic assassin in black leather, unleashes relentless buzzsaw downstrokes on his white Mosrite guitar, sweat flying. Dee Dee, left, thrashes his bass with wild-eyed mania, mouth open mid-“1-2-3-4!” Tommy pounds a battered drum kit in the back, half-hidden in shadow, cymbals crashing. The crowd surges forward in a chaotic pogo sea of spiked hair, safety-pinned cheeks, torn fishnets, Doc Martens, and flying beer, mere inches from the monitors. Walls ooze decades of filth, plastered with tattered flyers for The Dead Boys, Television, and Patti Smith. Low-angle shot from the pit, lens flare from the stage lights cutting through the haze, grainy 35mm film stock, high-contrast black and white with hints of sickly yellow light, pure unfiltered punk rock anarchy frozen mid-blast, 16:9 aspect ratio --ar 16:9 --v 6 --stylize 250
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