I'm going nowhere
Well, that was cool. Just watched this old-ass video of the Dead Kennedys playing back in the early 80s. It even had a news report of Jello Biafra's run for mayor of San Francisco. "I'm going to fix all of San Francisco's problems, whether San Francisco likes it or not." Damn, if only he had won.
Saw "Suburbia" all the way through yesterday. It featured shitty acting, uninspired dialogue, and a terrible ending. Then again, it had a bunch of crusty punks ( and a skinhead ) and a baby got eaten by a dog, so it balances out.
Getting a little more into the Nekromantix, and I am disappointed. "Who Killed the Cheerleader" is the only song I've liked so far. Now the Meteors, there's a band. For those ignorant, the Meteors are to psychobilly what the Sex Pistols are to punk.
My band seems to have all but sizzled out. Haven't had practice in weeks, we have no lead guitarist, and I haven't talked to our bassist in weeks. But I'm gonna keep writing songs, goddammit.
Next good show isn't for 2 weeks. Stiff Little Fingers and Throw Rag on the 14th or 15th, I can't remember. I'm pretty neutral towards the former, but Throw Rag is some hardcore shit. You know, that band where at the last concert the lead singer ended up with a bandana over his entire face and a thong. And nothing else.
School also starts in 2 weeks. Our scientists are still trying to figure out why, by this time every summer, I'm actually looking forward to school. Maybe it's because it'll be nice to be back in a schedule of any kind. Maybe it's cause this is my last year in hell. Maybe it's because I will once again have a motivation to start showering. Plus, as the only punk at Westwood, I've got a certain responsibility. I'm not sure what that responsibility is, but I'm certain it involves being much cooler than everybody. And being mistaken for a goth because they have no idea what else to make of me.
Decided that "SLC Punk" is the Flintstones Vitamins of punk rock. Easy to swallow, with lots of pretty colors and easy-to-recognize characters. Also gives the impression that all punks are anarchists, which I detest. This guy at Pizza Hut, Josh, was convinced I was gothic, despite my repeated statements to the contrary. Somebody ( I'm not sure who ) finally sat the poor guy down and gave him the birds-and-the-bees talk about punk rock and such. Unfortunately, they didnt do a very good job, and now I can't convince him that most of the punk stereotypes don't apply to me.
"So you're an anarchist! Goddamn punk rock anarchists."
"No, Josh, I'm not an anarchist. I don't have a problem with government in general. I just have a problem with the way it's run and the people that run it."
"Yeah, whatever. So you like to get drunk all the time and you beat up skinheads and you don't believe in God!"
"....... *sigh*."
Speaking of which, I got piss-drunk last night and fucked shit up in the general area of my neighborhood. Marina and Annie were there for moral support, and of course, to supply me with sweet, sweet whiskey.
Ashley, if you're reading this, I love you and I miss you.
Saw "Suburbia" all the way through yesterday. It featured shitty acting, uninspired dialogue, and a terrible ending. Then again, it had a bunch of crusty punks ( and a skinhead ) and a baby got eaten by a dog, so it balances out.
Getting a little more into the Nekromantix, and I am disappointed. "Who Killed the Cheerleader" is the only song I've liked so far. Now the Meteors, there's a band. For those ignorant, the Meteors are to psychobilly what the Sex Pistols are to punk.
My band seems to have all but sizzled out. Haven't had practice in weeks, we have no lead guitarist, and I haven't talked to our bassist in weeks. But I'm gonna keep writing songs, goddammit.
Next good show isn't for 2 weeks. Stiff Little Fingers and Throw Rag on the 14th or 15th, I can't remember. I'm pretty neutral towards the former, but Throw Rag is some hardcore shit. You know, that band where at the last concert the lead singer ended up with a bandana over his entire face and a thong. And nothing else.
School also starts in 2 weeks. Our scientists are still trying to figure out why, by this time every summer, I'm actually looking forward to school. Maybe it's because it'll be nice to be back in a schedule of any kind. Maybe it's cause this is my last year in hell. Maybe it's because I will once again have a motivation to start showering. Plus, as the only punk at Westwood, I've got a certain responsibility. I'm not sure what that responsibility is, but I'm certain it involves being much cooler than everybody. And being mistaken for a goth because they have no idea what else to make of me.
Decided that "SLC Punk" is the Flintstones Vitamins of punk rock. Easy to swallow, with lots of pretty colors and easy-to-recognize characters. Also gives the impression that all punks are anarchists, which I detest. This guy at Pizza Hut, Josh, was convinced I was gothic, despite my repeated statements to the contrary. Somebody ( I'm not sure who ) finally sat the poor guy down and gave him the birds-and-the-bees talk about punk rock and such. Unfortunately, they didnt do a very good job, and now I can't convince him that most of the punk stereotypes don't apply to me.
"So you're an anarchist! Goddamn punk rock anarchists."
"No, Josh, I'm not an anarchist. I don't have a problem with government in general. I just have a problem with the way it's run and the people that run it."
"Yeah, whatever. So you like to get drunk all the time and you beat up skinheads and you don't believe in God!"
"....... *sigh*."
Speaking of which, I got piss-drunk last night and fucked shit up in the general area of my neighborhood. Marina and Annie were there for moral support, and of course, to supply me with sweet, sweet whiskey.
Ashley, if you're reading this, I love you and I miss you.