Considering the amount of glowing praise I’ve heaped onto some of the bands featured in this blog it might surprise you to know that I’ve actually come to be disgusted by the music, aesthetic, and world of “punk rock” as it’s understood in 2011.
The other side to the coin is yet another cliché in it’s own right. When I was younger few things would annoy me more than an old fart hipster telling me how much better the world was in the past. “My music was better, my ideals were better, we stood for something back then. Etc. etc.” The truth is my generation didn’t do things much different than the last 10 generations. Each generation makes at least a little noise but then it gets quiet. Fuck that. I'm making noise forever motherfuckers.
|A bunch of punks. Please note these guys are not into grunge. They were adamant about that point.|
|These guys will never know this photo ended up being out of focus.|
|These guys told me to take their picture. I wasn't about to say no.|
These guys were obviously grunge. Notice the sullen dancer in front of the band.
We have a lot in common with the kids on the other side of the world. Even the ones who never even heard of Slayer, Fuck Shit Piss, or Black Flag or even the Beatles for that matter. Their dreams are our dreams and their struggles are our struggles.
|These guys also insisted on being photographed. How could I refuse?|