So, yeah.
I just saw "Punk is Not Dead" at the local artsy theatre, the Tivoli.. and no, no it's not. I felt my heart dancing as I watched this movie.
Fucking inspirational.
I see so many angry people out there, but worse.. I see the ones who do not care. Apathy disgusts me. That disgust is what fueled me to become interested in Anarchy and later, the Punk movement, when I was a teenager. I spent hours reading, listening to music.. talking! Talking and talking to people over cups of coffee, about these aspirations, these dreams I had, and all the connections I wanted to make.
I mean, I love the sound. Sure enough.. I love the emotion, the power of it. I don't think you're alive if you can listen to fuckin Black Flag, Fugazi, hell, even the Sex Pistols and not feel roused (aroused?). That's what I love. I love being alive. I love feeling human and feeling that rawness that makes me feel deeply tied to the guy next to me.
I am a lover.
I get categorized as a hippie quite often because I'm such a lover.. I'm a smiley sweetheart of a girl, who doesn't believe in violence, and doesn't support the dehumanization of our culture.. So.. hippie, maybe.
I heard the best term EVER, in this movie.
Hippies with Teeth.
God.. listening to Ian Mackaye the other night in that little gallery, singing his songs (I belted out the songs with him, damnit)... when he broke out in a rant about how punk is not a look, it is not a category... I just, I cheered. Literally. The boy I was with looked at me like I was a freaktoid. But I'm passionate!!
This same boy dumped my bootay because I'm intimidating in my passions and my spewing of information, and he didn't feel like he could relate to me. Although he wanted to, because I was "pretty". Fuck that shit. I'm sorry.. pretty... that classification, disgusts me. It's up there with the worst of the worst. The objectification of women by our fucking media.. putting women into these categories based on their appearance.. AGH.
That is one thing I thought the film was missing. It was so general.. I would have liked to see it touch on feminism and the punk movement.. especially since the producer (and director?) was a woman.
So.
I wanted to share.
I love you all, and we're not ants who have to do what we do, everyday just "because". We can think and feel and love. [
I just saw "Punk is Not Dead" at the local artsy theatre, the Tivoli.. and no, no it's not. I felt my heart dancing as I watched this movie.
Fucking inspirational.
I see so many angry people out there, but worse.. I see the ones who do not care. Apathy disgusts me. That disgust is what fueled me to become interested in Anarchy and later, the Punk movement, when I was a teenager. I spent hours reading, listening to music.. talking! Talking and talking to people over cups of coffee, about these aspirations, these dreams I had, and all the connections I wanted to make.
I mean, I love the sound. Sure enough.. I love the emotion, the power of it. I don't think you're alive if you can listen to fuckin Black Flag, Fugazi, hell, even the Sex Pistols and not feel roused (aroused?). That's what I love. I love being alive. I love feeling human and feeling that rawness that makes me feel deeply tied to the guy next to me.
I am a lover.
I get categorized as a hippie quite often because I'm such a lover.. I'm a smiley sweetheart of a girl, who doesn't believe in violence, and doesn't support the dehumanization of our culture.. So.. hippie, maybe.
I heard the best term EVER, in this movie.
Hippies with Teeth.
God.. listening to Ian Mackaye the other night in that little gallery, singing his songs (I belted out the songs with him, damnit)... when he broke out in a rant about how punk is not a look, it is not a category... I just, I cheered. Literally. The boy I was with looked at me like I was a freaktoid. But I'm passionate!!
This same boy dumped my bootay because I'm intimidating in my passions and my spewing of information, and he didn't feel like he could relate to me. Although he wanted to, because I was "pretty". Fuck that shit. I'm sorry.. pretty... that classification, disgusts me. It's up there with the worst of the worst. The objectification of women by our fucking media.. putting women into these categories based on their appearance.. AGH.
That is one thing I thought the film was missing. It was so general.. I would have liked to see it touch on feminism and the punk movement.. especially since the producer (and director?) was a woman.
So.
I wanted to share.
I love you all, and we're not ants who have to do what we do, everyday just "because". We can think and feel and love. [
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