Circa 2008, during a Narcoleptic Youth show. I'm the apprehensive looking brown girl to the right.Today it dawned on me that in a matter of weeks I have to return to good ol' Riverside. Knowing that I'll have little to do for months on end, I decided to browse potential zines and publications that would let in a fledgling journalism major like me. I found one to be exact - one that has old pictures of me from a couple years ago on their website.
Needless to say I spent the rest of the afternoon doing some hardcore reminiscing. It occurred to me that most of the kids in the pictures with me, in the height of their uber-punk stage, have nothing to do with that genre anymore. They've since dropped off the face of the earth, or on the latter - become bro's (or bro-ho's) or just straight-up E-tards.
I could never say that I was an uber-punk, because that just takes too much effort. I can't even say that I was a punk at all. I was and still am a dorky kid that just liked the music. I give a shit and I want to shower, make money, and be as happy as a clam.
Needless to say I spent the rest of the afternoon doing some hardcore reminiscing. It occurred to me that most of the kids in the pictures with me, in the height of their uber-punk stage, have nothing to do with that genre anymore. They've since dropped off the face of the earth, or on the latter - become bro's (or bro-ho's) or just straight-up E-tards.
I could never say that I was an uber-punk, because that just takes too much effort. I can't even say that I was a punk at all. I was and still am a dorky kid that just liked the music. I give a shit and I want to shower, make money, and be as happy as a clam.
3 comments:
I like ot when you shower too!!!! love Mom
We're a lot alike that way. I've noticed that most extremists can't keep up with that way of life for very long, so they go the complete opposite direction at some point. Although I have met some 40-somethings that are die-hard metal heads and let me tell you, get the HELL out of their way unless you want to be covered with some random liquid. They are some of the most interesting people I know though. They always have good stories. I have this one friend I call Champ. He's like 42 with purple and green hair and he talks like a surfer/stoner. "I was at a Slayer gig in 82..." Me: "Dude, I was BORN in 82." Good conversations with that guy.
man yes, he sounds like a superb dude! I've definitely encountered some grizzled [insert genre stereotype]'s along the way. They're either downright mean or chill as fuck. Like at a show I recently went to this big hessian looking guy in his 40's totally yanks this tiny 15 year old out of the circle pit - picks him up (like a baby) - and just straight up throws the little guy to the ground. What a dick.
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