Thursday, September 22, 2011

Punk Rock Engineering

So it’s a tough life for some. But not for me. I do pretty well for myself these days with a good paying job, a home of my own and a beautiful fiancĂ©. It’s a long way from that angry kid I was in high school and university but it was pretty much inevitable. It’s hard when you have two paths in life, which are going in completely opposite directions, to not take the more socially acceptable one. The other place I could have been right now is rolling around in some third world type living conditions as I followed my love for punk rock around the world.

I still listen to the music I love but I’m finding it harder and harder to identify with it. As I sit here typing away at this stupid waste of time webpage and listening to Joyce Manor I think to myself, “am I ever going to be that angry about something so small? Are issues like that ever going to affect me?” I really don’t know, I just can’t say I do. But who cares right? If I love it, does it really matter if I fit the mould? Isn’t that what punk rock is, not fitting into a mould? Who cares!?

Maybe there needs to be a new (another one!) genre within the punk rock bubble. I’ll call it “suit punk!” It’s where the music sounds the same and we’re still as angry as before but now it’s about our issues. It’ll be about taxes and interest rates, mortgage repayments and the current exchange rate. It’ll have lines like “another 8 hour day in front of a computer, I hate the prime minister somebody shoot her, plotting graphs and stupid emails, another pay rise that pails, into nothing now my taxes are up, biggest problem, there’s no coffee in my cup!” or something way better than that but with the same idea. What do you think? Could we make it work? I need a drummer and a bassist. And a guitarist. You in? Call me!

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

It starts this week. Wait! It starts next week... or sometime after that.

So! I've decided that I want to write more fluid essay type posts with the aim of venting/developing my output. Maybe I will start this week, or next... or after that. We'll see....