Right now, I’m sitting in my room, nursing a swollen eye from getting kicked in the face last night by a random stagediver and thinking that I’m turning 30 years old in four days and I still fucking love punk rock.
For those who know me, I’m a huge Avail fan. I have been for the past 10 years and probably will be for the rest of my life. I go to see them whenever I can, even if it means long drives, public transportation, whatever. Seeing them reminds me of why I got into all this in the first place and going to see them now really exemplifies why there are such few bands that do it out of love for music anymore.
Sure you have a ton of great bands right now, but a lot of bands are looking for the quick buck and a spot on the big summer fests. That really goes against any type of sincerity when they’re on a fest that has more corporate sponsors than bands playing. To me, that isn’t punk rock at all. I miss the DIY days. When bands needed something more than a myspace profile to get big. They had to prove they were something different, not just record a demo with pro-tools in their bsaement, upload it and then get big quick. Sure, they’re doing something, but what exactly are they doing?
I guess I’m feeling nostalgic for the days where you had to find out about bands by going to shows, reading zines, the thank you notes in other bands albums and sign up for mailing lists. The days w where Tony Brummel was putting out good shit and not showing what a dick he was to Steve Jobs and trying to inflate his already enormous ego some more. There wasn’t MTV there bastardizing and calling punk rock their own and selling it back to kids at 10 times the price. You felt like you were a part of something special, not going to the mall and buying your band shirts at Hot Topic.
I know that things can’t always stay the same, but it’s nice to have those memories . Hopefully the tides will turn soon and this explosion of counterculture will die out and we can have it back. No more A & R reps, no more commercials on Headbanger’s Ball (which hasn’t made my headbang once, mind you) no more tight pants and teased hair. You could go to a show, see some great bands and communicate with people that you felt a small connection with. No posturing, no false sincerity, just straight up good times.