The first rule of being a punk is...
I stopped attending "underground" gigs. If my
memory serves me right, the last time was when we played at an open basketball
court, dotted by small houses all around. As always it was fun. During our set,
a big, shirtless, not-so-hairy man with a bottle of beer in his hand unplugged
my amp, cursed us to the deepest depths of hell for disturbing his drinking,
then walked away. That was about two years ago.
That was the last time. I didn't stop because of incidents like that, it was because they have certain rules/guidelines on being a "punk". When I started out, I didn't know there was any. If you don't fit the criteria, you're not a punk. If you deviate, you're not a punk. Too much pressure.
So what if I don't wear boots?! I love my sneakers.
Leather jackets?! We're in tropical country. Do the math.
What's so wrong with listening to Weezer? Megadeth? Fiona Aplle?!
And I can't find anything wrong with earning a decent amount of money to feed my family.
Punks sucks. So I stopped calling myself a punk. Don't get me wrong, I still, and always will, love the music. Still respect and treasure the people I've met. Just don't call me a punk anymore. Call me anything you want except that. I don't care, fuck you.
Enjoy the music. Bastards.
The Specials - Pressure Drop
Ramones - Poison Heart
Frenzal Rhomb - You Are Not My Friend
Flogging Molly - The Wrong Company
The Bouncing Souls - Sing Along Forever
Rancid - The Ballad Of Jimmy & Johnny
The Clash - All the Young Punks
Get em here.