The Evil Powers of Rock and Roll
I love walking to a show freezing in the fucking cold because you can't wear your coat because you know it will be steaming hot inside.
I love picking out who I want to run into first when the music comes on.
I love the sound of guitar bass and drums pounding the hell out of my eardrums.
I love being that crazy fat guy that flings his beer all over the pit.
I love flying out into the cold again afterwards where steam can be seen rising from everyones bodies.
Everyones bodies that are feeling the rush of the incredible thing that just happened in there.
I haven't done that in too too long, it felt fucking shit damn wonderful.
Petey and I were walking back to my apartment after Reverend Horton Heat last night and we got into this conversation about the death of punk rock.
It is dead. It has been for awhile. When I say this I mean the original causes of the attitude are gone. The rage seems to be gone. The decade it fit perfectly is gone.
Indie rock seems to be largely taking over. Don't get me wrong, I love the indie. But it makes my nostalgia sad to see the combination indie/punk box at the record store.
Petey's analogy (do I agree? still in question...):
Punk rock when we got into it hard. (freshman/sophomore year of highschool) Was one of those dead deer you see ont he side of the highway. The ones that you can still see obviously are a deer, but also obviously dead. Now, punk rock has become just a red streak on the pavement.
When we got back we set my phone book on fire and flung it into the street.
That made me feel better.
I love picking out who I want to run into first when the music comes on.
I love the sound of guitar bass and drums pounding the hell out of my eardrums.
I love being that crazy fat guy that flings his beer all over the pit.
I love flying out into the cold again afterwards where steam can be seen rising from everyones bodies.
Everyones bodies that are feeling the rush of the incredible thing that just happened in there.
I haven't done that in too too long, it felt fucking shit damn wonderful.
Petey and I were walking back to my apartment after Reverend Horton Heat last night and we got into this conversation about the death of punk rock.
It is dead. It has been for awhile. When I say this I mean the original causes of the attitude are gone. The rage seems to be gone. The decade it fit perfectly is gone.
Indie rock seems to be largely taking over. Don't get me wrong, I love the indie. But it makes my nostalgia sad to see the combination indie/punk box at the record store.
Petey's analogy (do I agree? still in question...):
Punk rock when we got into it hard. (freshman/sophomore year of highschool) Was one of those dead deer you see ont he side of the highway. The ones that you can still see obviously are a deer, but also obviously dead. Now, punk rock has become just a red streak on the pavement.
When we got back we set my phone book on fire and flung it into the street.
That made me feel better.