On an unrealted note, I can't drive
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vicarzThanks to Mr. Phuckin Phil i'm all knee deep in punk rock now
About me and punk rock - I love it, but it isn't my music. I don't get it. Or I do. I think to have punk rock experiences you have to have nuts or a bunch of friends. When punk was around I had neither. Punk looked scary to me, all that leather, metal, and scary stuff. Ooo. I liked the music but couldn't understand any of the words. I saw people seemed to like the music in groups, and I was alone. What was I going to do - go to a punk show? Where? Wouldn't I look like a dork in the corner? This sort of thing was unimaginable to me.
Now I listen to punk and flash between wondering which corporate whores were the punk rockers of yesterday, wonder which died or grew up and how, and...kind of feel a since of kinship even though I was never a punk. Never been to many punk shows and never felt like I belonged.
Once felt like I belonged sitting around suburban living rooms doing bong hits while someone played Rush on a guitar.
I wonder if I still have that tape called "punk mix." (checked, no, and this makes me sad)
I spent a night drinking in the basement of big room with 2 friends: Judy? and ...WOW I am looking at her face and legs but don't remember her name. My girlfriend's best friend's older sister.
Back in my post-stoner not-a-freak days, I spent a very good summer with a bunch of friends I didn't know well. I never had many friends, but I sort of fell into this pre-existing group. I wound up dating my first real girlfriend, Kelly. However, I ... hadn't yet discovered that anyone could find me desirable. This led to an odd balance - huge flirty urges, on the verge of being a cheating whore, but still with a huge mental emotional investment in fidelity. So I wound up with a lot of experiences like that first night with "punk rock."
Her best friend was Amy. Amy's mother was a social worker who was a "tyrant" at home. Amy's sister was into the punk scene. She worked a People's (now CVS) and saw all of the people who picked up STD prescriptions. What was her name? I remember her hair was a short haircut, parted to the side and spiked, so when she moved her mouth the hair around the part would move up and down. I had this haircut myself later in life - it was the start of my heavy metal mohawk.
FUCKYOU typed as loud as I can w/o any effort
So we drank a lot then when I stopped smoking pot. A favorite of mine was orange california coolers from 2L bottles. One night I hung out in my basement room (with a green velor curtain for a door) with Amy's sister (who had a name at the time) and her ugly friend Judy. Ugly friend Judy was very ugly, but very cool and knew the shit out of punk rock. She played punk rock mix tapes from her local college radio station - I didn't and don't know any of the songs, but I recall a few things:
The reverend who asked his subjects to sit on the stereo speaker and would bless them with a giant raspberry blown into the microphone
100 short songs in a row - all less than 60 secs. Some I recall are "I HATE SHORT SONGS...I Hate Short Songs...i hate short songs...(fade); wow that's all I remember
Dr. Know - Fist Fuck. I don't remember much but the line which may or may not be in the song "straight up your ass"
and the irony that I made a tape after that night which was called "Punk rock mix tape" which was made up primarily of soft cell and the cure - I think. I can't check.
We also spent hours into the night dancing to Soft Cell's "Sex Dwarf" and who knows what else. That song was played many times - that I recall distinctly. I also remember "How soon is now," and "Will Power" but most of it was punk and I didn't and don't know any of it. It sounded like a party I wanted to go to but where I didn't know anyone. I didn't get it. Everyone who was a punk had their punk friends - it seemed like you needed a chaperonee to figure out any of that stuff.
This is why the internet generation blows me away - it's amazing to me you can research any subject, for FREE, from the privacy of your darkened redneck rooms
I was also working in a photo lab at the time and doing "photography." That night, photography consisted of taking pictures of the girls dancing in the dark illuminated by the flash. SHE was wearing fishnets and a denim skirt, of which many pictures were taken - some just of her legs. Later I printed a picture of her legs in fishnets, made a wallet sized, and put it in my wallet.
The girlfriend was not thrilled by this. Nor was she thrilled by the large collection of other-people-naked I had from working in a 1-hr photo. Honestly, this came as a complete surprise to me, but I quickly destroyed all the pictures. I also did a photo-shoot of my girl's legs in fishnets and her denim skirt - I put that in my wallet. And you know what? I was happy with and proud of that picture in my wallet. Those were her legs, she was my girlfriend, those were fucking fishnets, and they were wet with my tongue.
At the time, that was good.
I don't have "punk" memories, but my feeling and memories associated with punk are amusing to me.
About me and punk rock - I love it, but it isn't my music. I don't get it. Or I do. I think to have punk rock experiences you have to have nuts or a bunch of friends. When punk was around I had neither. Punk looked scary to me, all that leather, metal, and scary stuff. Ooo. I liked the music but couldn't understand any of the words. I saw people seemed to like the music in groups, and I was alone. What was I going to do - go to a punk show? Where? Wouldn't I look like a dork in the corner? This sort of thing was unimaginable to me.
Now I listen to punk and flash between wondering which corporate whores were the punk rockers of yesterday, wonder which died or grew up and how, and...kind of feel a since of kinship even though I was never a punk. Never been to many punk shows and never felt like I belonged.
Once felt like I belonged sitting around suburban living rooms doing bong hits while someone played Rush on a guitar.
I wonder if I still have that tape called "punk mix." (checked, no, and this makes me sad)
I spent a night drinking in the basement of big room with 2 friends: Judy? and ...WOW I am looking at her face and legs but don't remember her name. My girlfriend's best friend's older sister.
Back in my post-stoner not-a-freak days, I spent a very good summer with a bunch of friends I didn't know well. I never had many friends, but I sort of fell into this pre-existing group. I wound up dating my first real girlfriend, Kelly. However, I ... hadn't yet discovered that anyone could find me desirable. This led to an odd balance - huge flirty urges, on the verge of being a cheating whore, but still with a huge mental emotional investment in fidelity. So I wound up with a lot of experiences like that first night with "punk rock."
Her best friend was Amy. Amy's mother was a social worker who was a "tyrant" at home. Amy's sister was into the punk scene. She worked a People's (now CVS) and saw all of the people who picked up STD prescriptions. What was her name? I remember her hair was a short haircut, parted to the side and spiked, so when she moved her mouth the hair around the part would move up and down. I had this haircut myself later in life - it was the start of my heavy metal mohawk.
FUCKYOU typed as loud as I can w/o any effort
So we drank a lot then when I stopped smoking pot. A favorite of mine was orange california coolers from 2L bottles. One night I hung out in my basement room (with a green velor curtain for a door) with Amy's sister (who had a name at the time) and her ugly friend Judy. Ugly friend Judy was very ugly, but very cool and knew the shit out of punk rock. She played punk rock mix tapes from her local college radio station - I didn't and don't know any of the songs, but I recall a few things:
The reverend who asked his subjects to sit on the stereo speaker and would bless them with a giant raspberry blown into the microphone
100 short songs in a row - all less than 60 secs. Some I recall are "I HATE SHORT SONGS...I Hate Short Songs...i hate short songs...(fade); wow that's all I remember
Dr. Know - Fist Fuck. I don't remember much but the line which may or may not be in the song "straight up your ass"
and the irony that I made a tape after that night which was called "Punk rock mix tape" which was made up primarily of soft cell and the cure - I think. I can't check.
We also spent hours into the night dancing to Soft Cell's "Sex Dwarf" and who knows what else. That song was played many times - that I recall distinctly. I also remember "How soon is now," and "Will Power" but most of it was punk and I didn't and don't know any of it. It sounded like a party I wanted to go to but where I didn't know anyone. I didn't get it. Everyone who was a punk had their punk friends - it seemed like you needed a chaperonee to figure out any of that stuff.
This is why the internet generation blows me away - it's amazing to me you can research any subject, for FREE, from the privacy of your darkened redneck rooms
I was also working in a photo lab at the time and doing "photography." That night, photography consisted of taking pictures of the girls dancing in the dark illuminated by the flash. SHE was wearing fishnets and a denim skirt, of which many pictures were taken - some just of her legs. Later I printed a picture of her legs in fishnets, made a wallet sized, and put it in my wallet.
The girlfriend was not thrilled by this. Nor was she thrilled by the large collection of other-people-naked I had from working in a 1-hr photo. Honestly, this came as a complete surprise to me, but I quickly destroyed all the pictures. I also did a photo-shoot of my girl's legs in fishnets and her denim skirt - I put that in my wallet. And you know what? I was happy with and proud of that picture in my wallet. Those were her legs, she was my girlfriend, those were fucking fishnets, and they were wet with my tongue.
At the time, that was good.
I don't have "punk" memories, but my feeling and memories associated with punk are amusing to me.
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Date: 2009-12-02 02:48 am (UTC)*snerk*
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Date: 2009-12-02 01:23 pm (UTC)Thanks for the walk down memory lane.
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Date: 2009-12-02 10:31 pm (UTC)We hide in plain sight.
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Date: 2009-12-03 03:23 am (UTC)This reminded me how much I miss a good mosh pit.
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Date: 2009-12-03 10:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-03 10:43 am (UTC)