shesinparties

I should totally be in the bed now. Alas, I am not, I am being quite nostalgic tonight. I just watched American Hardcore, and damn, that shit took me back. Back to the end of junior high and most of my high school years, when I fucking lived for the hardcore punk shit. Yeah, the mid 80's, I am old, when that shit was raw and pissed off, maybe even more than I was. My friends Robert and Kyle would come over and we would throw on some Minor Threat, Black Flag, Circle Jerks, etc, and "stage dive" off of the fireplace in my living room. I always got hurt, and didn't give a fuck. That was such an angst ridden time in my life, I was so full of hate, and so determined to be a total freak. How that music found it's way to my shitty ass East Texas hometown I will never know. Thank fuck it did though, I owe a bit of my sanity to it. Those years were really hard for me, I just didn't fit in anywhere. But the punk kids liked me, and I went out of my way to look as absurd as possible. I must admit I do feel like a douche because I didn't know MDC was from Austin, and D.R.I was from Houston. Not to mention there were like 4 bands I had never heard of, there goes my hardcore knowledge credibility. However, I am hell bent on finding all Bad Brains I can get my hands on, the footage of them was just fucking stellar. H.R. still looks great. So yes, I will be the chick driving around in her sensible car, dressed like a soccer mom, blaring Bad Brains, so be it. I am such a dork. But I still think Rollins and Jello Biafra are two really smart cats, and the footage of Slip It In made me tingle in the pants a bit, so maybe I still have an ounce of hardcore in me. It just won't die for me. Ever. It meant too much. It makes me feel young.