The Alkaline Trio.
Back in late 96 or early 97, I got off work (fixing lawn mowers)and returned home to find a package in my front door. I see it's from Chicago, and shaped like a 7 inch. It was from my friend Cory in Illiinois. We used to trade records a lot. Like, I'd buy something he didn't have and I thought he'd like, send it to em, then he'd do the same. This went on for a good 3 or 4 years till he got married and made babies. Anyways, I think I gave him an extra Social Distortion poster I had about 3 weeks prior.
And low and behold, he sends me some fucking pop punk record from Chicago. Both of us at the time were huge pop punk fans. Screeching Weasel, Vindictives, Queers, Parasites, Lillingtons, etc... And there's a note, "Jay, you're going to shit yourself, -C-)
I went inside, threw the record on my bed, grabbed a smoke, lit up, busted it out, threw it on, and here it is 6 years later, and that passion is still there. It turned out to be Alkaline Trio's very first pressed recording. A 7 inch with three little alien looking devil things on the cover. It was called "Sundials"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was in complete shock. It was dark pop punk. Not too dark, but dark. It's never left me. That feeling of hearing them for the first time and almost jumping up and down in excitement.
Now, 6 years later, I'm about as bitter of a Alk 3 fan as you'll ever find. I don't care how fucking selfish it is. I was here first. You were in fucking grade school while I was drinking myself to sleep listening to "Cooking Wine"
This music has been such a huge part of my life. Then, one day while in the mall stealing cookies from a friend that worked at some fucking cookie stand, I see a mall punk 13 year old confusatron with a Alk3 patch on her shiny new Hot Topic Misfits hoodie.... (PS: Fuck you Hot Topic, you're destroying our culture) I seriously wanted to go tackle her and try to explain to her at knifepoint what she was doing.
I know in my heart there is nothing wrong with her liking the music. There is nothing wrong with watching girls drool over the thoughts of Skiba's penis in their ear. Look at the way these hopeless fuckers here treat the SG's. It's fucking sad.
But, it was mine first. It's like me being forced to watch my first love be fucked by a random stranger on the street. Could you deal with that? For a long time I couldn't and I'd seriously lash out at people when they had a Trio shirt on and couldn't name the original line up. I was that bad, and I'm that big of a freak.
I'm well aware it's my issue. But, it was mine first. Treat them nice, or turn your shirt inside out. Because I'm going to be very fucking mean to you.
Back in late 96 or early 97, I got off work (fixing lawn mowers)and returned home to find a package in my front door. I see it's from Chicago, and shaped like a 7 inch. It was from my friend Cory in Illiinois. We used to trade records a lot. Like, I'd buy something he didn't have and I thought he'd like, send it to em, then he'd do the same. This went on for a good 3 or 4 years till he got married and made babies. Anyways, I think I gave him an extra Social Distortion poster I had about 3 weeks prior.
And low and behold, he sends me some fucking pop punk record from Chicago. Both of us at the time were huge pop punk fans. Screeching Weasel, Vindictives, Queers, Parasites, Lillingtons, etc... And there's a note, "Jay, you're going to shit yourself, -C-)
I went inside, threw the record on my bed, grabbed a smoke, lit up, busted it out, threw it on, and here it is 6 years later, and that passion is still there. It turned out to be Alkaline Trio's very first pressed recording. A 7 inch with three little alien looking devil things on the cover. It was called "Sundials"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was in complete shock. It was dark pop punk. Not too dark, but dark. It's never left me. That feeling of hearing them for the first time and almost jumping up and down in excitement.
Now, 6 years later, I'm about as bitter of a Alk 3 fan as you'll ever find. I don't care how fucking selfish it is. I was here first. You were in fucking grade school while I was drinking myself to sleep listening to "Cooking Wine"
This music has been such a huge part of my life. Then, one day while in the mall stealing cookies from a friend that worked at some fucking cookie stand, I see a mall punk 13 year old confusatron with a Alk3 patch on her shiny new Hot Topic Misfits hoodie.... (PS: Fuck you Hot Topic, you're destroying our culture) I seriously wanted to go tackle her and try to explain to her at knifepoint what she was doing.
I know in my heart there is nothing wrong with her liking the music. There is nothing wrong with watching girls drool over the thoughts of Skiba's penis in their ear. Look at the way these hopeless fuckers here treat the SG's. It's fucking sad.
But, it was mine first. It's like me being forced to watch my first love be fucked by a random stranger on the street. Could you deal with that? For a long time I couldn't and I'd seriously lash out at people when they had a Trio shirt on and couldn't name the original line up. I was that bad, and I'm that big of a freak.
I'm well aware it's my issue. But, it was mine first. Treat them nice, or turn your shirt inside out. Because I'm going to be very fucking mean to you.
sxesam:
Wow...and I thought I was a hardcore fan...geez...at least she has the patch on a Misfits hoodie instead of...All American Rejects or MEST or something like that...