Topic: Album Project - Our Lives in Music


So, Guana and I talked a little about the album project thing. It pretty quickly evolved into something different than what had been discussed in the other thread. I think its far more interesting an idea, and I think most of us should have a pretty good time putting it together. The most important thing to understand is this is not a ranking. The albums you will eventually include in your piece will not be "the greatest" or "the best" albums of all time. These kinds of lists are completely fucked. No one ever agrees with them. This will be about your life in music. From as far back as you can remember until right now.

I've decided to break mine up into time periods or "eras" of my life.
For example:

-Early childhood (Bands I remember my dad listening to mostly)
-Childhood (Stuff my older brother got me into, etc, etc)
-Middle School
-High School
-Recent Past

I'm sure I will make slight changes to that, but that's just giving you an idea of what I'm getting at. You can categorize yours however you like. You might want to do it by age, or musical "phases". Punk, Oi, and or Ska should naturally be included as much as possible, but also make sure to include examples of what you were brought up on in your pre-punk days. The more embarrassing the better haha. That way everyone gets to see your evolution.

For each period of your life, choose the albums that you would say defined that time.
Post images of the albums themselves along with the name of the band and name of the album.
You could also include other images, lyrics, your favorite songs from each album, etc.
Anything that you think might enhance the experience.

After you have your images for the category, write a little something about why you chose the albums you chose to represent that time in your life. Write as little or as much as you would like, but put a little effort into it. Tell us some crazy stories. Where did you live? What did you do?

The point of this whole thing is for us to learn a little more about each other. Why the hell does chisox like Rise Against? What kind of chemicals was Guana on when he first discovered Crass? What caused Bettie to first start Raging, and when?

I wanted to get the basic thread up so you guys can ask questions if you need to. I'm sure I've forgotten some point I was supposed to make, but hopefully this all made sense. As for me, I have a tendency to be long winded when I get into something like this, so mine will probably take me a few days. I will post mine as soon as its finished.

Good luck everybody.

"Flowers are cunts basically." - Guana

Re: Album Project - Our Lives in Music

Early Childhood (Birth - Age 8)
1988 - 1996

Guns N' Roses - Appetite for Destruction
Creedence Clearwater Revival - Green River
Soul Asylum - Grave Dancers Union
Pearl Jam - Vitalogy

When I was born, my dad was 25 and my mom was 23. It was an unusually warm day in November... at least that's what I've been told. Anyway, my brother was already 5 at this point, so my parents got started pretty early. We lived in the middle of no where, in Kentucky, on a ridge...which really just means the top of a big ass hill. If you aren't familiar with mountains and hills, and the differences between them, you might have mistaken it as a mountain. You had to drive up an extremely steep, winding road just to get there. Did I mention there was a sudden drop off on your right side as you were going up, and that there was absolutely no guard rail there for years? Winters were always fun. You could stare at the pretty icicles on your right going down the hill as you were facing imminent death on your left.

Anyway, you had to drive at least 30 minutes from our house to get to even the smallest one road town. The town I'm talking about, it had a relatively low elevation as it was built along a valley next to a huge creek (what most would call a river, I suppose) and thus it was very prone to flooding. This whole place doesn't seem very habitable, does it? Well, on those long trips to and fro, my dad would often blast some tunes through the cassette deck in our white Oldsmobile Cutlass Ciera. It was pretty pimp.

By this time, it was the height of the grunge era. My dad was real into it, except for Nirvana. He never liked Nirvana. Watch some old interviews with them and you'll see why. But bands like Pearl Jam, Alice in Chains, Mudhoney, Soul Asylum (their later stuff), Temple of the Dog, Soundgarden, Candlebox, etc., he wore those cassettes out. Vitalogy and Grave Dancers Union especially were the two I remember hearing a lot. I know a lot of punks hate grunge, and that's fine. But Pearl Jam is still one of my favorite bands to this day. They have a pretty big discography now, and their sound is constantly evolving. Eddie is very active politically and really into the environment. If you delve into some of his lyrics, I think some of you would be surprised. 

Soul Asylum actually started out as a punk band named Loud Fast Rules back in the 80s. I of course had no idea until I researched them much later in my life. I always just thought they were a grunge band that emerged around the same time as the others. But apparently they had a following, I'm not sure if any of you would have ever heard of them. Even some of their later songs as Soul Asylum, like "Misery" and "Black Gold" for example, have political messages.

Guns N Roses is a band that I listened to non-stop as a kid. We got three puppies once and named them Axl, Rose, and Slash. I have a picture of them somewhere but haven't been able to find it. I'm not sure what, if anything, they did for my taste in music going forward. But as for the music I was exposed to as a child, as a whole, I feel pretty lucky. The majority of kids around there I'm sure grew up listening to purely country music. I listened to some too, but not much. The only country music we listened to had a folk or bluegrass twinge to it.

I often wonder how my life might have been different if I had grown up down the street, listening to Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood.

Childhood (Age 8 - 11)
1996 - 1999

Bone Thugs-n-Harmony - E. 1999 Eternal
Rage Against the Machine - Rage Against the Machine
Eminem - The Slim Shady LP
Rancid - ...And Out Come the Wolves

So this time in my life encapsulates my last years in Kentucky and the first couple after the move to North Carolina. It was a pretty traumatic period for me, since at the time I felt as if the world was ending. My world at that moment was so small. I had never been anywhere. I had never done anything. Then my dad got a job and we moved 500 miles away to a place that might as well have been Mars.

But before that happened, my brother (who was now a teenager) had been going through a gangster rap phase. It almost makes me laugh now thinking about me and him upstairs in his room listening to Bone Thugs-n-Harmony on his tiny ass stereo. There wasn't a black person within a 50 mile radius from where we were, maybe more. I didn't know the significance of the "1st of tha month" and knew nothing of gang banging. I was not yet a Budsmoker. But damn those were some catchy rap songs. I was only 8 or 9, but I liked them. Power Rangers was my thing, though. And Pogs.

One of my cousins (who was actually not much younger than my mom) lived up north in Cincinnati. Her dad (my oldest uncle) was my next door neighbor. She had kinda become a punk rock girl up there I guess and she came to visit us pretty often. She let us listen to her cds and stuff. She let us keep ...And Out Come The Wolves because I liked the album cover. Score big_smile

After the move, we lived in an apartment complex in a tiny ass apartment. Two small bedrooms, then another room that was half kitchen half living room. My first emergency room trip was after my brother ripped my toenail clean off my big toe. We were playing tug of war with the bathroom door, one of us on either side. He suddenly lets go and the bottom of the door catches underneath the toenail and somehow keeps going.

Going from living in the middle of nowhere to living in a huge apartment complex full of strange neighbors was pretty damn exciting. There was a pool, a basketball court, and a playground area in the center with a field big enough to play football. It was almost like we were on vacation for that first year. We had neighbors from New York, others from New Jersey, others from Pennsylvania and Ohio. It was a crash course in socializing and I was exposed to a lot of new things very quickly. I smoked my first joint there on the swing set after a late night football game (plenty of security lights).

Eminem was taking over the world in 1999, and the Slim Shady LP was everywhere. I know next to nothing about hip hop, but the lyrics and his delivery intrigued me. People were bleaching their hair, wearing white t shirts, baggy pants, etc. Fortunately for me, as the rest of white america was falling in love with Eminem, my brother was making the transition back to rock. And what better route to take than the rap rock band Rage Against the Machine? In retrospect, I think he was initially drawn to the bands aesthetic and their sound rather than their message. But pretty soon that band and a Bruce Springsteen cover would light a fire in my mind.

Middle School (Age 11-14)
August 2000- June 2003

Audioslave - Audioslave
B.B. King - His Definitive Greatest Hits
Neil Young - Harvest
Pearl Jam - Riot Act

We only lived in the apartment for a year until we could afford to rent a house. It was literally right next to my dad's work, so it was nice. Middle School, for those of you who might be unfamiliar, was in my case grades 6, 7, and 8. I'm not certain how its broken down in other countries, but middle school is between primary (elementary) school and secondary (high) school. The biggest thing about middle school is there are more people from multiple elementary schools, so you make new friends and expand your horizons. I quickly became friends with this kid who was pretty much a guitar prodigy. His parents were ex hippies, blacksmiths, glass work, etc. He could actually play about 10 different instruments to some degree, but he was by far best at guitar. We both liked Neil Young, too. Both of us were introduced to him through our parents. But I knew him best from his relationship with Eddie Vedder and Pearl Jam, though I was in to his older stuff too, like Harvest which I had grown up listening to.

I naturally became interested in guitar myself, and over a few years I got to be pretty decent. He was really into old blues type guitar playing and some classical. Stuff like Stevie Ray Vaughn, BB King, Clapton, Hendrix, etc. Me and him and a few other friends got the chance to see BB King live on one of what must of been his last tours. I'm not sure about that, but he was old enough at that point that he had to sit the entire time. But he played better than ever. I never completely committed to the guitar, or to blues, but it was a pretty big part of my life at that time.

I remember I had a Guitar World magazine at the time with Tom Morello from Rage Against the Machine and Audioslave.
Rage Against the Machine minus Zach (lead singer) + Chris Cornell from Soundgarden = Audioslave.

I carried that thing with me everywhere. Morello was kind of a hero of mine as far as guitar players go. And I was huge Audioslave fan from Day 1.  Also in that same December 2002 issue? A review of Pearl Jam's new album Riot Act. Already the music influences of my past were resurfacing and influencing my present. I liked Riot Act, but it was a somewhat slower, laid back album.

It was around this time I heard a cover song they did called Sonic Reducer. I fucking loved it but had no idea whose song it was. Dead Boys? Hmmm... "this shits kinda cool" I thought.

High School (Age 14-18)
August 2003-June 2007

Crass - The Feeding of the 5000
MGMT - Oracular Spectacular
Of Montreal - Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?
Dead Kennedys - Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables

Now let's be honest here. I included MGMT and Of Montreal 50/50 with Crass and Dead Kennedys for a reason. The reason is, my high school years were without a doubt a drug induced blur with punk rock playing in the background. By the time I was entering my freshman year, my brother had graduated and I could pretty much for the first time begin to develop my independence musically. RATM and Rancid were a nice start, but I had just discovered Dead Boys and I was definitely hungry for more.

Rage was from LA. Rancid was from Berkeley. Probably was a coincidence, but the next band I stumbled upon was another California band, this time from San Francisco. The Dead Kennedys changed my life. There's no other way to put it. It's like I had been searching for something my entire life and I had finally found it. Rage had lit the fire, and it just got doused with gasoline.

Jello was my hero

I went through the normal array of "starter punk" music. Black Flag, Minor Threat, Bad Brains, The Clash, etc. My friend Wesley was really into this band called Crass. I heard they were kinda edgy so he let me borrow his copy of The Feeding of the 5000. Boy Howdy. This little fledgling punk's mind had fallen out of mamas nest down onto the jungle floor. I remember hearing "So What" and feeling so much relief. I was relieved because I finally realized... man, that whole religion thing really is bullshit! After lying awake night after night as a child, brainwashed by the church, trying desperately to erase the bad thoughts from my mind that was going to send me to hell... It was a true revelation. I was an atheist before I heard Crass, but they gave me a different perspective on it.

Punk in high school was my guiding light. The little cartoon angel on my left shoulder. Drugs was the little devil on my right shoulder. Too frequently the right side won. Me and my group of friends were stoned out of our minds every single day. The outside commons area between class changes and at lunch was basically a pharmacy. So many kids stealing meds from their relatives, selling them off to a few guys. Those guys sold to us. You'd be surprised how far saving up your lunch money all week could get you on a weekend. Being in the drug circle meant you were friends with punks, stoners, the artsy kids, and even some of the jocks (the ones who weren't assholes).

I had a friend Fred who was a real Psychonaut. His parents were hippies too, like my prodigy friend in middle school (he moved to California, by the way, to go to an elite music school). He was the friendliest guy I ever met, and funny as hell. He had this whacked out curly orange hair. That was his trademark. He knew every single thing you could get high off of in the grocery store. Expert shoplifter. All around great friend. His favorite band was Of Montreal, and while I only enjoy them while tripping balls, they were pretty good for our purposes. MGMT was kind of a similar thing. They were easier to listen to sober though.

Fred could get fucking insane though. He had been taking psychedelic drugs a lot longer than me or anyone else I knew of. We extracted about 3000 mg of DXM one day and split it between us the next night. We took his moms van and went driving on the highway. He saw someone he knew in a car in the lane next to us and thought it would be funny to hang about 85% of his body out the window going 70 mph. I thought it was funny at the time but someone in a car behind us called the cops. But we were already back at his house before they showed up. We were able to basically play stupid (not that hard for us at the moment). Guess they got the plate numbers.

A bunch of us went to a Job for a Cowboy/Faceless show at this place called the Soundvent. It was a super small venue. In August. Crammed with people, definitely way over the limit. We were both still tripping balls but everyone else was drinking so we did too. That night I learned one of the most valuable lessons in life, and thats to not mix DXM with hard liquor. There were a lot of dicks there. It was a metal show.

I'll save all the other dumb shit that happened to me in high school. That's pretty much all it was.

Pre-College/Work (Age 18-21)

Descendents - Milo Goes to College
Adolescents - Adolescents
Operation Ivy - Energy
Rancid - Let's Go

Even though school work was always easy for me, and I finished second in my class without really trying, I had no motivation after high school besides getting some shitty easy job and continue going to shows and getting high. And that's exactly what I did for a few years. I got a shitty minimum wage job at a fast food restaurant, worked hard, got a dollar raise to take shift manager. As many hours as I wanted. Had very few expenses. I didn't pay for a meal at least 5 days a week for the entire 3 years I worked there. The people running that place were dumb as fuck. I hired my friend as a cashier because I knew he always had weed and was willing to smoke with me. After we closed we would sit on the flat top grill underneath the huge exhaust fan and smoke before we cleaned up. I made the schedules so I worked with who I wanted. It was a great job besides dealing with all the idiot hick customers.

Me and him spent a lot of time together. We'd usually go back to his apartment after work. I was never that into skating but he was, so I learned to like it. There was a skate park within walking distance from there, and the city park next to it. I pretty much quit all the interesting drugs and became a stoner. It fit my lifestyle at the time better. I had to hold down a job and shit, so it was just easier. We listened to all kinds of stuff but kept away from anything too heavy . Cruising around or skating was more fun with stuff that was easier to listen to. Bands like Rancid, Op Ivy, Descendents, etc...

Hold on one sec, I'll be right back.

When you get into the whole "what is punk" conversation, for me, it gets frustrating because I feel like there's a factual answer and then there's more of a conceptual answer. The factual answer is, Punk was a short-lived yet hugely powerful phenomenon in the late 1970s and early 1980s that was built by kids who were frustrated with a decade of crooked politicians, self indulgent rock stars, and an overall vapid society that gleefully embraced the status-quo. Or something pretty close to that.

The conceptual answer is based on a philosophy. A philosophy built on the idea of questioning authority and doing it yourself. This philosophy existed in the minds of those who lived through the original punk era and it exists now. The difference is, they actually created something unique out of it. Something that was tangible, real, and the first of its kind. Every facet of that period, from the individuals that lived it to the cultural and political environments that they existed all contributed to a singular entity.

The idea has endured, but everything else has not. That means the chapter has ended and the book is closed. We can take the same idea and apply it to another time, but that becomes an entirely different equation and yields a different result. It is depressing and unfortunate for me that I did not get to participate in something that I identify so strongly with, but I respect it enough to let it lie. I've always known I was born too late.

So these bands I was listening to when I was goofing off and getting high, were those bands Punk? For the most part, probably not. Did I enjoy listening to their music? Yeah. Do I feel they share the same values as their predecessors? Perhaps. What does it all mean? Fuck.

But this is why labels are complete shit. Do I occasionally use them out of necessity? Yeah, but at least I'm self aware. Okay, no more rhetorical questions, I swear.

College (Age 21-23)
August 2010 - May 2012

Knowledge - A Gift Before I Go
Stray Bullets - The Slings and Arrows of Outrageous Fortune
Link 80 - 17 Reasons...
Against All Authority - Destroy What Destroys You

This was kind of my ska-punk phase. This was also when I started drinking heavily. Coincidence? (Humor!)
It wasn't "Wooo, lets go get drunk bros, we are in college and without parental supervision!" drinking.  That drinking was at the university I was "supposed" to have gone to 20 miles north of me. My drinking was callous and uninspired and we were at the community college.

I was in a bad place emotionally, for sure, but I made some strides intellectually. Without going into detail, I lost my friends, my family splintered, and I was pretty much consumed in nihilism. I went through the motions of school and research and I still listened to a lot of music but damn, I was just spiraling.

Recent Past (Age 23-26)
2012- 2015

The Suicide Machines - Destruction By Definition
The Replacements - Let it Be
Iron Chic - Not Like This
Nerve Agents - Nerve Agents EPl

I'm just going to post songs from each album for this one.
They are all about life and pulling your head out of your ass.

Today (Age 27)

MDC - Millions of Dead Cops
Germs - G.I.
Jerry's Kids - Is This My World?
The Middle Class - Out of Vogue

Trying to go back to the start.

"Flowers are cunts basically." - Guana

Re: Album Project - Our Lives in Music

This is an awesome idea.  If I feel inspired enough, I might make up a playlist and put it in a torrent to go along with this.


My internet is awful and I'm sharing it.  If you're waiting on me to seed something, be patient; I'll do my best.

"I will never bow down to another man even when everyone's saying I've sinned."  - Toh Kay

Re: Album Project - Our Lives in Music

I'll get working on this in the coming weeks. Thanks for putting in the time to set it up!

"I pop punk, not pills"

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Re: Album Project - Our Lives in Music

Part one (early years)

I suppose my first early loves were Adam and the ants, the first band that were "mine" after the earlier chart stuff (where i did discover  a love of Iron Maiden, Rush, Heaven 17, Frankie goes to hollywood etc)
Anyway Adam and the ants, the first real band i got into properly, in 1980 ish, while i was in middle school, i remember us walking round singing Kings of the wild frontier and Antmusic in the playground lol.
I also remember a couple of older "aquaintences" later on, who later became Anarcho punks Systematic annexe and after Psychobilly band The Radiacs dressing up in the full "ants" garb.
Anyway im gonna post my two favourite albums by the ants.

Dirk wears white sox

Dirk is one of my all time favourite albums....ever

Kings of the wild frontier

I've also mentioned my other main love Frankie goes to hollywood, their album welcome to the pleasure dome, and the 12"s two tribes / relax are still some of my favourite records too from my early pre punk days.

come and have a peek later ill update later starting with my early punk stuff

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Part 2 - early punk days

The first real punk i got into bar the ants first lp Dirk wears white sox was in about 1983, a good friend of mine, who i always remember was well into Madness etc nicked a couple of singles off his older brother and gave them to me. now i cant for the life of me remember what conversation we mustve had or indeed if there was a conversation lol, but this act is what started me onto the path i am on now.
So the first 2 punk singles i ever got / heard for myself were........

on 12"

on 7" (green vinyl, no sleeve)

A side - I'm an upstart

B side - Leave me alone

I always fondly remember once i was laid on the settee when i still lived at home listening to this 7" with mi dads headphones on (still got his headphones now, R.I.P Dad) and i mustve been singing along silently to leave me alone, although must not have been that silently lol as mi dad said what was that? what are you listening to lol

The first two punk 7"s i remember buying (secondhand, from a shop called Amazing records in Sheffield, not so long later i believe it moved to Leeds, then got closed down for selling bootlegs), were.....

GBH - Sick boy / am i dead yet / slit your own throat

Crass - Reality asylum / Shaved women

Again 2 more singles i will always hold fondly in my heart and head. These 4 records are where it all started, a lifetimes obsession of teenage rebellion, anarchism, atheism and revolution.

stay tuned for the next segment

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Early teen punk years.

I suppose my early punk years aged 13-15 was defined mostly by the classic 77 / UK82 / OI! stuff. hanging around on the streets upto no good, drinking, hanging round with glue sniffers.
Some bands / albums that were pivotal in my mind from back then would be.......

The Business - Suburban rebels

4 skins - Evil

Infa riot (this is still one of my favourite albums ever)

Chron gen (another one of my favourite albums ever....even now)

The oppressed

Anti nowhere league (still one of my favourite albums ever, the missus hates it lol)

a few comp lps i have a love for even now from back then.


Punk and disorderly 1-3 were also big players
Local heroes Systematic annexe were on this, only song they released bar 1 demotape, they played the first gig i ever went to
24th april 1986 sheffield hallamshire hotel - toxic toys, systematic annexe, dead meat (drummer bought me first pint in a pub) he later founded psychobilly band The Radiacs (but thats another story)

talking about psychobilly, it has been another love for years but back then i did start off buying a couple of billy records, not sure why, lol$_35.JPG

as well as the first two meteors albums

also around this time i started reading maximum rock n roll and all the US hardcore such as bad brains, dead kennedys, dead maggot sandwich, MDC etc

next time, my conversion to anarcho punk

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The Early Years: (ages 7-16ish)

Music was a part of my childhood. Not a huge part but it was there. My earliest exposure was classical music due to my parents forcing me to learn the violin at age 5. In addition, my Dad is a huge fan of classical and movie soundtrack music so I developed an ear for film scores fairly early on. My Mom listened to mostly classic rock, some 70s pop and a lot of Irish folk. So by age 10 I was well versed in the works of John Williams, Beethoven, The Clancy Brothers, The Dubliners, Bruce Springsteen, etc.
I loved this song so much back in the day haha:

Here's a Canadian folk song that I still listen to fairly regularly

My Dad loved to talk shit on music he didn't like so he'd constantly mock rap, punk, metal, etc. So in 3rd grade when Eminem and Linkin Park became a huge deal the trend went right over my head because I was conditioned to think it sucked. My first love back then was baseball and video games (so naturally I played a lot of baseball video games) unfortunately all these games I loved to play like Madden NFL, MVP Baseball, Tony Hawk Pro Skater, Crazy Taxi, etc all had soundtracks filled with "bad music." Eventually when you're forced to hear it long enough you start to like it. This is where I first was exposed to pop punk. Heard Sum 41, Blink 182, The Ramones, The Offspring, Guttermouth, The Adoloscents, etc, etc. My first real rock song I jammed out to a lot as a kid was this one:

My parents always told me "wow your video games have horrible music in them" so I always felt that liking these songs was a guilty pleasure of sorts. As a whole, I wasn't really passionate about music by any means. That changed at the tail end of middle school when i got an iPod and I could actually seek out music on my own. I began to dig much deeper into classic rock. I really liked it and listening to bands like Pink Floyd and Styx was considered "acceptable" in my parents eyes. I absolutely loved this song for the longest time around age 12. I felt so cool for listening to the non-cliche Pink Floyd songs.

8th grade was when American Idiot came out. Everyone had the Green Day shirts and listened to the album non-stop. I liked it but it wasnt the holy grail of music my fellow 12 year olds thought it was. I began to slowly broaden my horizons (my parents didnt know how to work ipods so they couldnt see what I was listening to). Around this time I had a couple close friends who started to get into metal. So they gave me my first exposure to heavy music. Avenged Sevenfold's album City of Evil was a big deal and easily accessible for metal newbies. Same goes for Bullet for My Valentine. Them and Slipknot were the first metal bands that I consciously said that I liked. Now that I think about it, I only got into this type of music because everyone else I knew liked it and it sounded better than Soulja Boy, Fergie, Lil Wayne and all the other stuff that was popular at the time.

All of this was going on when Guitar Hero was the most popular game on the planet so while im getting into mainstream metal. Guitar Hero acted as a guide to classic metal. Through it I learned of Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Led Zeppelin, Alice Cooper, etc. Then one day, must've been the summer before freshman year of high school my cousin who had just gotten back from a deployment to Iraq (this is summer 2007 so that's when shit was at its absolute worst in Iraq). I was telling him how I liked metal bands like Limp Bizkit and Slipknot. He told me that stuff was all absolute shit and proceeded to show me this:

I was horrified and thought it was the worst shit i'd ever heard but I couldnt help but keep listening to it. Eventually I realized, hey I actually really like this death metal stuff. The seeds had been planted for my first three years of high school. Between 14 and 17 I probably would've given you a list like this as to what my favorite bands are: Slipknot, Limp Bizkit, Bullet for My Valentine, ACDC, Van Halen, Job for a Cowboy and Pantera. I did thoroughly enjoy listening to this type of music but I probably cared a little too much about the shock value of it. Having come of age in the days of Limewire, downloading directly off of YouTube and .99 cent songs on iTunes, listening to albums was not really a thing at this age for me. Thinking back to my iPod from circa 2006-08 I probably didnt have a full album of anyones on there. The album with the most songs was probably these ones so im gonna list them as my most influential albums of this early era:

Volume 3: The Subliminal Verses by Slipknot
I was always a huge fan of Halloween and anything horror themed as a kid so watching Slipknot videos just to see the costumes and pyrotechnics helped me open my mind towards the genre of metal. Hearing Slipknot's acoustic songs also was a big draw that helped me warm up to their heavier ones. So as a whole I have to say hearing pop punk as a kid laid the foundation for this album opening me up to metal.

Green Day- American Idiot
I probably didnt even know the word punk at the time. I didnt really listen to any other pop punk bands back then either. American Idiot and the handful of tracks from Tony Hawk games was my entire knowledge of the punk world. Despite being a big metal fan American Idiot was just a damn good album. It helped lay the groundworks for my eventual drift away from metal towards punk. Stay tuned for that in part two....

"I pop punk, not pills"

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Part Two: When Chisox Turned Punk: 2010-2011

It was the tail end of my junior year of high school. I was doing what I was always doing. Playing video games or watching video game related stuff on YouTube. I stumbled across a Call of Duty World at War video and watched it. Green Fields of France by the Dropkick Murphys was on in the background. Instantly I thought "wow this song is awesome. I need to hear more by this band" Soon I realized it was that Dropkick Murphys band that had a song in MVP Baseball 2005. I downloaded 5 or 6 songs, loved them all, got 5 or 6 more and next thing you know ive got the whole discography practically memorized by the first month of my senior year. Having grown up on Irish folk, developed into a huge history nerd and loving aggressive music DKM struck such a perfect chord with me. Due to their large catalog it took me almost 6 months before I decided I needed to branch out to find more similar music. So around Christmas 2010 I consciously thought "I need to listen to more punk bands, I like this stuff" The only other punk band I really knew was Green Day, so naturally I started by downloading their album 21st Century Breakdown. Over the course of the next few months I got into Anti-Flag, The Clash, Street Dogs and several others, mostly classic and Celtic punk. Saw my first concert in Feb 2011, Dropkick Murphys and Against Me, great show. Around this time is when music started to actually mean something to me. That year I dealt with tragic deaths of multiple family members, stress about what life would be after high school, low self esteem, total lack of confidence, etc. I used lyrics to help me get by through the tough times and thats when I felt I developed a deeper connection to DKM than I had ever had with another band.

Most influential albums of the early punk era:
Dropkick Murphys- The Meanest of Times
Probably the first album I ever consciously listened to front-to-back. The deep lyrics kept me going when life got tough and to this day I consider it my favorite album of all time. Not just for the lyrics but for the diversity in song types and that ive slowly pieced together that its very much a concept album about growing up and the hard times that can entail. Songs like Shattered were my first ever exposure to hardcore punk too.

Dropkick Murphys- Going Out in Style
Yes, more DKM. This album came out in March 2011 right when I was probably at one of the lowest points in my life depression-wise. Having been to a few too many funerals in that time period, the fact that DKM could write a song about planning out one's own funeral as a giant party celebrating life really perked me up when I needed it. The song Memorial Day was also a nice touch of optimism and compassion I really needed at the time.

Street Dogs- State of Grace
My first real exposure to non-Celtic punk was the Street Dogs. They struck a chord with me for the same reasons DKM did just with a little less Irish-ness. It was also through them I later found Oi!

"I pop punk, not pills"

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Re: Album Project - Our Lives in Music

ok, my introduction and the following all consuming total immersion into anarcho punk, my early punk days was mostly street punk hanging around with some school friends and their friends etc, it was evenings of booze, glue sniffing, "paki" bashing, and fighting, back then where i lived it was almost exactly like made in britain or this is england. Then in 85 - 87 2 things happened that contributed to helping make me the man (punk) i am today.

1: My dad beat me around the kitchen for coming home with a large swastika on the back of my blue pilot jacket in black marker. It must have played on his mind over the past couple...or more of decades as the last time he visited he brought it up and said he was sorry for hitting me (my grandad, his dad was a POW in a japanese prisoner of war camp in Burma and worked on the railway for about 5 years or so, my grandma and his parents thought he was dead for a couple of years until he managed to write home, i now have the letters), i said dont worry about it, i deserved it, for being nieve and fresh faced in the punk scene and thinking all punks were nazis and not knowing any different. but it helped make me the type of person i am today, respectful, "nice", friendly, with compassion and empathy. a month later he was dead, i believe he died with a clear concience on the matter.

2: during my "silly" time i used to draw swastikas and NF symbols where we used to hang around, anyway one bus stop used to get anarchist graffiti over mine, and the anti nazi stuff etc.
Tbh i cant actually remember now how it happened but me and guy who was doing the anti nazi graffiti met, got on, and became good friends LOL, we hung around with each other for years day in day out and i learnt a lot about anarcho punk off him and a couple of his mates, even tho they were actually younger than me.
A lot of the anarcho punk i still hold dear are the "classics"

still got the original insert from this album lol!.jpg/220px-Arise!.jpg

as i said, this lead to a total immersion into the anarcho punk scene and related actions, i became highly anti racist, became vegetarian, anti sexist, anti homophobic, became anarchist etc.
Personally speaking ive still never voted, never will, still vegetarian too, and still highly anti racist.
Also used to buy the sheffield anarchist paper and classr war paper regularly, still got a class war skull tattoo lol, but i never actually joined any of these groups, just used to go on actions independently and autonomously. me and my mate Vlad started hanging around town, met some of the older sheffield anarchist lot paper selling etc, it was around this time that the now infamous battle of sheffield happened ....

we heard rumours that the National front were mobilising in sheffield to attack an Irish march that was planned to go through the centre of town, about 30 or 40 of us hung around the fringe of the demo looking for fash. then they attacked, 200 or so nazi skins charging down the road towards us and the demo throwing bricks, bottles and thunderflashes, we had no choice but to fight, as you can tell from that picture above lol, im in that pic, bent down by the side of the wall, getting punched and kicking a downed nazi, it was posted on the cover of a later edition of the sheffield anarchist.
we then walked round town picking off any fash we saw chasing them into shops and downing them. afterwards we went to a local pub for a pint, after about half an hour later about 40 fash came in so we decided to leave, as one of us who was smaller than the rest passed them one tried hitting him, they got a key punched into their forehead for the priviledge. they then threw bricks bottles and pint glasses up the road at us as we departed. im not sure but later on i heard Joe Pearce was there.

also during this time we went on the picket line with a long running dispute against Keatons (if i remember right they made kitchens?) the longest dispute in history i believe, me and vlad even went round the local supermarket with a trolly and bought them loads of food for the picket line, small things and all that.

anyway my time in the anarcho punk scene lead to other types of music and branches of punk in 87 - 92 etc, which will be coming in the next part

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Re: Album Project - Our Lives in Music

It was the summer of ’68, a year after the summer of love reached it’s inevitable, squelchy conclusion and a good 12 months before the five and dime started selling budget guitars to Canadian midgets, so it was a quiet summer by comparison. Harold Wilson was Prime Minister, The Equals were No1 in the UK charts and life was peachy.
However, in a dingy ward in a Salford hospital, a young boy was born who would go on to change the world.
At the time, my mum was a few beds down from him, screaming at me to get the fuck out of her womb. I did as I was told (possibly for the last time) and slithered out into the calloused hands of the midwife, who proclaimed “it’s a boy” (out of the corner of her mouth without the cigarette) slapped me on the arse and gave me to my mother (my Dad was stood in the corridor waiting to light a cigar as was the practice in those days), I lay there, my scales glistening under the cheap NHS lighting, took stock of the situation, and had a little poo. That was pretty much all I did for the next few months so I’ll skip forward a bit.
I was a handsome child, but unlucky, I nearly died three times in my first year, once when my pram rolled down the ridiculously steep hill we lived on into traffic with my slightly overweight Grandmother chasing after me screaming, once because of a severe bout of gastroenteritis, my Dad rushed into casualty with me in his arms, they said another hour and I would have been dead. The third time, my mother came outside to find my pram upside down, I’d slid to the bottom of it with a blue face, she opened my mouth and found it was chock full of headless Jelly Babies, my sister was sat in the kitchen biting the heads of the rest of the packet, it didn’t take a genius to work it out, we became instant enemies.
I didn’t listen to a great amount of music, and when I did it came out of a plastic duck whenever you pulled a string, eventually I grew bored with the duck and started paying attention to the other sounds in the house.

Chapter 1 "In the section labelled "shirts"

Beatles – Beatles for Sale
Buddy Holly – That’ll be the Day
Elvis Presley – Blue Hawaii
Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band – Tadpoles

I spent the next few years trying to avoid near death situations, when I was two I fell out of our living room window, eight feet onto my head into a rockery, because we lived on such a steep road the garden was well below floor level, I survived anyway, and learned a lesson, I’ve hardly ever fallen out of windows since. After that things were uneventful for a while.
It was the early to mid 70’s so you can probably guess what the music scene was like, Television was an evening thing so my Mum and Dad used to have the radio on during the day, I heard a lot of crap, there was some good stuff about at the time but my parents had quite mainstream tastes. Their record collection was quite a good one though, starting at the end of the fifties and stopping dead in the mid sixties when my sister invaded my mum’s womb, with a child on the way, anything recreational was scrapped to pay for it, buying records was a luxury they couldn’t afford, it was a shame because the sixties were just starting to come into their own.
My Mum loved the Beatles, everybody did, it wasn’t fashionable to hate them til many years later. she had the first five albums, up to “Beatles for sale” which for me was the best of the five, they had their own show on TV so I got a lot of exposure to them, my parents were also big on Buddy Holly and Elvis, of the two I liked Holly’s music more, both in sound and content, but Elvis was just portrayed as the king of cool, I’m not sure if he got so successful because of his charisma or what he represented, I suspect it was a bit of both (and no doubt some clever marketing)
I haven’t got a clue where Bonzo Dog came from, it was surreal as fuck, they came from a comedy show called “Do not adjust your set”, back then, comedy songs were quite a popular, there were always a few in the charts, but this stuff, like Monty Python wasn’t really my parents thing, it might have been a gift, I dunno, I didn’t ask. But I loved the music, even though it was typical upper-class art student stuff, Jazz, Music hall and avant-garde humour, nothing that I’d really listened to before but more than a little bit influential on the sense of humour that I would have in years to come.
Apart from these though, we used to listen to quite a large selection. Eddie Cochran, Johnny Ray, The Everly Brothers, The Animals, Johnny Cash, Bobby Vee, Manfred Mann, Gary Puckett, Lonnie Donegan it was catchy as fuck, I loved the classic Rock ‘n roll stuff and even the more melodic side, I loved it when a song told a story, I already liked reading and a story in a song was enjoying two things at once, eventually my dad gave me his old radio, I’d go to sleep with my ear on the speaker at night, with the volume turned right down so I didn’t wake my little brother in the bunk below, music on the radio at night was completely different and I started to develop tastes other than my parent’s collections.

Chapter 2 "I'll be gettin' lots of tit"

David Bowie – Space Oddity
Queen – Sheer Heart Attack
Thin Lizzy – Jailbreak
Grease – Various Artists

As the 70’s progressed, the echo of the sixties faded, production values went up, guitars started to sound meatier, and Rock ‘n roll stopped rolling and just became rock, it split into heavy rock, glam rock, prog rock and lots of other rocks, I was confused as to why all these different labels were being attached to different bands, as I still am today, but I went with it.
There were several bands that stood out, I saw Phil Lynott on TOTP and thought he was cool as fuck, not Elvis cool, Elvis wasn’t the cool guy anymore anyway, that accolade belonged to the Fonz. As plenty of kids did at the time, I used to walk around in a PVC jacket, white Tshirt and blue jeans just like Arthur, he was the shit, in fact the first time the police brought me home it was a genuine case of mistaken identity because I was dressed the same as one of the local lads who’d battered some kid on the local park, it was obvious it wasn’t me who’d done it, he was twice my size and about five years older than me, unfortunately I had a knife on me so got dragged home by the ear (literally) and battered by my dad.
But yeah, Phil Lynott, cool guy, I wanted an Afro but my mum wouldn’t let me have one, my brother had one, he had a thick head of jet black hair that was completely unmanageable so just grew out in a big bundle, I had a nice head of blond hair that my mother used to have cut into a fashionable 70’s male Bob, (See Dennis Waterman in The Sweeney for details) my brother had exactly the same haircut as me but it still managed to end up as carnage, I envied him until he was 14 and started to go grey.
There were other stars who exuded personality like Lynott, Freddie Mercury was a ladies man, my Mum encouraged me to like Queen because she fancied him (nowadays that would be bordering on child abuse but I’ll let it slide) the age of the Rock Star had come and they were all showing off, on-stage and off, musically, advances were being made, limits were reached and breached, the electric guitar had come into its own, guitar solos were intricate and amazing, I wasn’t bothered by which genre the music came from, heavy metal or progressive, it was all good, I just loved the sound, distortion, delay, feedback, the music was becoming as interesting to me as the vocals.
Unfortunately, this was the Seventies, we were innocent and couldn’t have foreseen the disaster to come as the bowels of the music industry opened, and shat Disco out all over society, it was everywhere, TV, radio, it infiltrated childrens TV programs, stuck in our hair, you couldn’t get away from it, we became instant enemies.
A large smear of it attached itself to (and completely fucked up) Glam Rock, I think sharing sequins made it easy to join the two, but Glam went glittery and ‘orrible, with the exception of course, of David Bowie, as far as I’m concerned the guy could do no wrong, of all the rock stars and personalities I was exposed to Bowie was the one I liked the most, he didn’t seem to give a fuck, he did what he wanted and did it awesomely, I could include Bowie albums in every bit of this post but won’t if only for the sake of space, so I’ll FF a bit to my high school years.
What’s that? I didn’t mention Grease? well .... fuck you! every fucker liked Grease, it won’t appear in Mel’s or Lizard’s posts, but if you were that age, at that time, Grease was the fuckin’ word, Danny Zuko was cool as fuck, Fonzie had “jumped the shark” by then and we needed another pouty American boy to look up to, so yeah, we all liked it, my white T’s got thrown out to be replaced by tight black ones, well, they should have been tight but as I had the build of a racing snake they kind of hung off me, baggy’s always been my thing.
But it was all just a phase, so on to high school

Chapter 3 "You follow me around like a pretty pot of glue"

Sex Pistols – C’mon Everybody
Sex Pistols – Never Mind The Bollocks

I started High School in the summer of ’79, a full decade after a ten year old Bryan Adams was spending his evenings down at the drive-in.  High school wasn’t the bright, bouncy place full of smiley people, pranks and spontaneous dance numbers promised to me by my diet of American films and TV, it was a dark, dangerous place, the rules had changed dramatically and there were people there who would fuck you up just for looking at them funny, the pupils were just as bad, the buildings were old and ominous, the teachers ranged from trendy new optimists with socialist values to old fashioned disciplinarians, we found out quickly enough which ones we could fuck with and which ones were best left alone. School, like war, was Hell, we did what we had to do to survive, from a hostile classroom into a hostile playground then back again, alliances were made, gangs were formed, black markets would spring up in the playground, buying, selling and trading anything we could bring in from home, football cards, records, park porn, it was all available for a price, I gravitated to the music (the park porn scared me, some things are best imagined at that age)
I went home one day with a copy of C’mon Everybody by Sid Vicious, it was amazing, the Rock ‘n Roll of my early youth fused with the hard rock sound I’d been recently enjoying, the b-side was a cover of The Small Faces “What’cha gonna do about it” and a classical rendition of God Save the Queen, I was blown away, it was a completely new take on how music was treated, it was both more serious and somehow less serious at the same time, I was hooked.
My mum came home from work and went apeshit, you’d think she’d found me with a needle in my arm or my dick in a chicken, she was heart-broken, I was impressionable, she’d kept me shielded from this great evil for the last couple of years, I hadn’t noticed the TV getting turned over or the radio going off whenever they were aired, the Pistols had scared the shit out of the moral majority (and the majority were moral back then), but it was too late, I’d been exposed, fuck the Afro, I wanted spikey black hair like Sid, my mum said no and told the barber to give me the usual, I couldn’t even mess it up in any decent way. But that was it, the cat was out of the bag and I started tracking down every bit of information I could on them, I gathered a few singles together, started watching different music programs, “The Old Grey Whistle Test”, “Something Else” and a few others, I couldn’t hide my music on an ipod like Chisox could, my parent could work a record box quite easily and stashing anything in the house was impossible for some reason, my Mum found everything I ever hid. I had records snapped and thrown away but I kept bringing them home, eventually my parents gave up, my Dad even bought me a copy of Never Mind The Bollocks and surprised the fuck out of me, they thought it was just a phase and I’d grow out of it, I was still doing ok at school and hadn’t jumped on any old ladies so they chilled a bit.

The Pistols cop for a lot of flack nowadays, I’d never even heard of Pistol hate til I got online many years later, couldn’t get my head around it. At the time they were a major force, they didn’t invent punk (that had already happened earlier in Manchester) but they stuck it in the face of the population, it was the antidote to Disco and the end of the music industry’s smug sense of complete control, no other band of the time could have done what they did.
I’ve heard all the “manufactured boy band” arguments, technically, any band that advertises for a drummer is manufactured at some level, but they were as you saw them, four kids fucking stuff up, they were as manipulated as anyone in the industry at the time, completely unready for the needle filled lifestyles brought in by our cousins from across the pond, and the ones who survived didn’t actually make anything out of the venture for years to come. They get sneered at years later for finally getting something back from their work as youngsters, good luck to the fuckers, not only are they responsible for the impact they had on punk, but for the massive impact they had on the history of music in general.
I know this isn’t a top 50 thread or whatever, but if it was, Never Mind the Bollocks would have to be at number one, end of. I think I’ve asked before, how many original line-ups can fill arenas, thirty years after the release of their only album?
I know gateway bands are held in esteem in these parts, the pistols were mine, I used the front door.

Chapter 4 "The air was thick with a smell of oppression"

GBH – City Baby Attacked By Rats
Stiff Little Fingers – Inflammable Material
The Ruts – The Crack
The Clash – Give ‘em Enough Rope
Peter and the Test-Tube Babies – Pissed and Proud
The Members – Sound of the Suburbs

There was tonnes of that shit out there, I couldn’t get enough, I’d spend all my money (which wasn’t much) collecting what I could, I started buying singles and albums, we’d trade magazines and the music press, NME and Sounds, to wade through the shit and find out the good stuff, I was listening to The Anti-Nowhere league, Chron Gen, The Damned, Buzzcocks, The Exploited (My Mum hated Wattie with a passion, she was almost retching when The Exploited managed to appear on TOTP singing Dead Cities, she banned them from the house, I bought “Punk’s Not Dead” to prove a point) basically we listened to everything. if you buy any generic punk album of the day it was on our playlists, there wasn’t the insane amount of choice you have nowadays, the selection of music above could easily have been any other six albums, I can’t rank them, they all mean something, GBH was the first paid gig I went to, they were considered high octane, Colin had an amazingly distinct voice that just cut through the music, SLF were a firm favourite, they were my introduction to the more political side of punk, the struggle or whatever you want to call it, they were a nudge in the direction of Anarcho for me. Up until then, we were happy just rebelling, we weren’t too sure what we were supposed to be rebelling against, I knew I was supposed to fuck authority, but the only real authority I had to rebel against was school and my parents, fucked up on both parts really, screwed up my otherwise impeccable education and destroyed a happy family life, like a lot of people at the time, we didn’t realise that the Pistols were taking the piss out of the cliché punks with “Anarchy in the UK” (Don’t know what I want but I know how to get it) so we treated it as an instruction manual and fucked with everything.
Eventually the bowels of the Political world opened and shat out Thatcher, we became instant enemies.
The Ruts and The Clash introduced me to how punk didn’t have to be all about feedback, everything I’d listened to was pretty much typical 70’s punk but these bands introduced Reggae and Dub, opened my ears to the possibility of different sub genres, I started listening to Patrik Fitzgerald, Atilla the Stockbroker and other non-traditional stuff. Peter and the Test Tube Babies made me piss, it was a nod back to comedy music for me, turns out they were my first unpaid gig, I literally wandered into an open air freebie when I was on holiday. That Sound of the Suburbs single represents a lot too, apart from it being an awesome song, that particular copy in clear vinyl was the one I had, we didn’t just get home and slap a record on the turntable, the packaging was just as important, I’d sit and read every single word on the sleeve, credits, lyrics, statements, I’d study every part of the cover, particularly if it was hand drawn, I’d even hold it up to the light and read the message scratched into the running out groove, sometimes it was just a serial number or a brand stamp (Porky prime Cuts) but more often than not there was something witty or insightful scratched there.
Punk and New Wave were everything, Adam Ant was now officially cooler than Danny Zuko, he had better cheekbones than Travolta and he taught us how to dance like Red Indians, but New Wave was about as mainstream as we’d allow ourselves to get, there was actually some good stuff about at the time but it wasn’t the done thing to like any singer who wouldn’t spit in your face, Ska was getting big, but brought with it hordes of horrible little mods, squeaking and chunnering and being quite unlikable, I heard bands like the Specials and Madness, no child can resist Ska, put it on and they can’t help dancing, try it, it has a fantastic and compelling rythm, but we hated it on principal, if you saw your best mate wearing a two-tone badge you had to fight them, “Fuck a Mod” and all that, days out to the city centre would be cat and mouse, in and out of the shops avoiding each other, or slowly chasing each other or just generally staring at the rude boys
I continued branching out, and started finding heavier stuff, a lot of it from overseas, I was completely smitten with Dead Kennedys, they led on to me listening to Dayglo Abortions, Black Flag, MDC etc, it wasn’t as easy to get hold of American Punk, it was in record shops but they wanted money in exchange, you couldn’t trade a handful of your little brothers stolen football cards in the playground for it, but I did get hold of a single called “Bloody Revolutions” by a band called CRASS

Chapter 5 "There maybe a title in front of your name, But everybody's shit still smells the same."

Crass – Stations of the Crass
Anthrax – Capitalism is Cannibalism
Conflict – Increase the Pressure
Flux Of Pink Indians - Strive To Survive Causing Least Suffering Possible

It was phenomenal, every last detail, from Ignorant’s anger, to Rimbaud’s almost military drum beat, to Gee Vouchers artwork. It sounded amazing, the crunchy understated guitar grabbed me, the lyrical content completely blew me away, this shit was a lot more focused than the stuff I’d been listening to, it was righteous anger instead of random aggression, I didn’t understand a lot of what it was angry at but I knew it needed fucking fighting, I was encouraged to start paying attention to the shit going on around me, that the boring bits on the news were far from boring but an indication into what the world had become underneath the sugar coating we’d been enjoying for years, mainstream media would only tell us so much so I dove into Anarcho for the knowledge, I started listening heavily to CRASS, Subhumans, Flux, The Mob, DIRT etc, I realised that shit wasn’t just limited to political but social problems, the public was it’s own worst enemy, everything was wrong, the way we conduct ourselves, the whole way we’re structured, from being processed by a mindless education system, producing a generation of drones who’ll work for decades for a pittance of their worth, all to earn enough tokens to purchase the shit that we’re told by the same people we make the stuff for that we need to buy back off them, I realised it was crazy, everything was fucking wrong!
At the end of the day, I was still a kid with all a kids distractions, the girls in my class at school were just starting to get lumpy in an interesting way, I still wanted in on the consumerist society (toys were getting better and better) culture was taking a different turn, ’82 saw us getting a new fourth TV channel, inventively known as “Channel 4”, they’d showcase alternative comedy, the Comic Strip presents etc ... the BBC hit back with “The Young Ones”, life was funny again, the nice safe evening viewing was getting edgy, TV was being made that made you think rather than just sit back and enjoy, but it wasn’t enough, society was screaming at us that we needed more, that we should never be content, so we found more, we found drugs.

Chapter 6 "Innocents raped with napalm fire"

Gong - Camembert Électrique
The 13th Floor Elevators - The Psychedelic Sounds of the 13th Floor Elevators
Pink Floyd – The Wall
King Crimson – In the Court of the Crimson King

“Get in here and shut the fuckin’ door” I’d only gone for a piss, the school bogs were full of smoke and there were a couple of spliffs being passed around, I knew what was going on, there were stories of drugs doing the rounds but I wasn’t sure, I hadn’t heard a single good thing about them other than on vinyl, thrown in at the deep end was a test of character, a couple of tokes later and I didn’t know if I’d passed or failed that test, but more importantly, I didn’t fucking care, it was amazing, it turned out drugs weren’t bad for you after all (obviously some still were but I had years to learn that lesson, don’t burst my bubble). Naturally, we all became Hippies, I know punk told us Hippy’s were all cunts but at least we weren’t mods, we started to delve into the whole drug culture, especially the music, there were records you had to play when you were stoned, all kinds of psychadelia, we started hanging round with all the Metal heads and listening to what they were on, lots of Pink Floyd, Led Zep, King Crimson, we’d heard their music at school but when they were wasted they chilled the fuck out and put the trippy shit on, our music tastes reached back to the late sixties, I was like a dog with two dicks, I finally got a chance to fill the gap in my parents record collection, acquired the rest of the Beatles back catalogue and as much as I could from that decade, we went further back and the stuff that I listened to as a kid was cool again, we were cliché as fuck but didn’t care, eventually anything from the sixties was acceptable, the music, TV, fashions, we looked like cunts but smelt like Arabian Princes, we didn’t care about much, we’d get stoned in school then wonder what the cane was like when you were high (it hurts, a lot) we went out of our way to cause shit that got us caned before we came back down, later on, sitting with a throbbing useless hand, I realised that just smoking weed would have been reason enough, but by then it was far too late for the biology lab.
Naturally we went from weed to more natural highs, like lighter gas and glue, didn’t matter, stoned was stoned, school was a waste of time by then for any of us, just a structured punishment system we’d frequent on week days, the Sixties phase faded out again and we found ourselves back under the influence of punk, the early 80’s was an excellent era music-wise, anything worth saying was said then, the world has moved on too much since, but all the way through school we had that dreaded CRASS countdown, 421984, 321984, 221984 (and so on).
’84 is probably the most ominous year in history, we were promised the world would change for the worst for all of us (it did but people are still buying too many shiny trinkets to notice) life would never be the same, and it wasn’t, in 1984, my high school opened it’s bowels and shat me out onto an unsuspecting society. Shit got real.

Chapter 7 "Teenage crime now fashion's dead"

Sigue Sigue Sputnik – Flaunt It
The Pogues – Red Roses For Me
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five – The Message
Toy Dolls - Nellie the Elephant

I loved The Young Ones, it’s probably my favourite comedy show to date, they were students so obviously that was my next step. I got in at my local college, studying whatever it was I signed up for, I knew the main dealers at the college already, magic mushrooms grew on the field in season and a bunch of my mates were going, but I was having second thoughts, it occurred to me that while the Young Ones were students, they never actually attended, so I thought fuck it and signed up for a place on a YTS, painting and decorating, my parents were horrified of course, they wanted me to repair the fuck up I’d made of my education, I wanted cold hard cash for cigs and weed and music and all the other shit I knew they wouldn’t buy for me, I learned a trade and got quite good at it, I still am and I actually enjoy it, but at the time we just had a laugh, a YTS (Youth Training Scheme) was a government incentive to get school leavers into work, it lasted 12 months and taught you all different basic job skills, it was a way to keep unemployment down, to get old people’s houses painted for free, but most importantly, a place where we could dodge real life for another 12 months, get stoned and have a blast, I started on £27 a week, it was enough.
A few of the lads I worked with started turning up to work with rolls of lino under their arms and spending their dinner break trying to spin on their heads to Hip-Hop blasting out of the stereo, I thought they were hilarious as they put their foot through a wall or walked around with their necks cricked at an angle for a couple of weeks, but the music was amazing, not all of it obviously, but there was enough good stuff to listen to, Grandmaster Flash was always a personal favourite.
Christmas that year brought a gem with it, The Toy Dolls released Nellie the Elephant and it stormed the charts, they reminded me of the Dickies in a way but squeakier, NTE was a serious fuckin tune anyway, serious enough to get us all suspended right before Christmas. Fuck you Mervin if you’re reading this.

Meanwhile on TV, the program of the time was The Tube, we’d sit in my mates house and watch it regularly. When I say “we”, it was a completely different “we”, my mates from school were now students and I’ve seen them a handful of times since then, all but one who I still see regularly, and I gravitated toward him and his mates, they were all older than us by varying degrees, I was the youngest, dumbest and most naive, and was constantly reminded of the fact, the way Chisox gets it here is nothing compared to what I got when I said something without thinking, I got the hang of things and the mates I made then are the same ones I have today, a few have gone and a few have appeared but the core remains the same.
So we’d sit there watching the Tube, it was a bit of a dodgy show but it had some good bands, it was the first time I heard of the Pogues, we sat there in awe as Shane Macgowan smashed a beer tray against his head singing “Waxie’s Dargle”, I went out and bought anything and everything Pogues related after that.
The Tube carried on giving us these musical gems for a while, The presenter Muriel Gray was waffling on between songs, we weren’t really listening but when she announced a band called Sigue Sigue Sputnik, up pricked our ears (Sputnik being our drug of choice at the time), this bunch of weird fuckers with fishnet stocking masks, fur shoulder pads and Mad Max style wigs grinned in the studio and played “Love Missile F1-11” I wasn’t big on electronic music, maybe a bit of synth in an old Gary Numan track but not the full blown stuff, but I fuckin loved what I was hearing, I bought their album “Flaunt It” an innovative album, commercials blended between each track, Looking at their pedigree I realised that the band was a project of Tony James (Generation X) and their work was produced by Mick Jones of the Clash, it explained the appeal to me and further opened up avenues of musical possibilities for me to follow.

Incidentally, this time of my life wouldn’t be complete without mentioning this doozey.

Not even a Chapter "I see no glory"

The Clash - Cut the Crap

No matter how much you love a band, or how highly you regard them as musicians, every now and then they fuck up badly, just shake your head and move on.

jello biafra ..... jello biafra ......... JELLO BIAFRA !!!!
Fuckin sex pistols mad

Re: Album Project - Our Lives in Music

Chapter 8 “She can push, she can shove, ‘til it's just a nub”

Butthole Surfers - Cream Corn from the Socket of Davis
Happy Flowers – My Skin Covers My Body
Frank Zappa - Sheik Yerbouti
Buzzcocks – Singles, Going Steady

Eventually my YTS ended and I dicked my way through a few shitty jobs, I ended up painting again for a bitter little man from Elmsmere Park, he didn’t want to have a laugh, play tunes, smoke weed or spin on his head, he wanted beer money and hated the fact he had to pay me to get it, I had a joyless job but slightly better social life as I was being paid more, I went to lots of gigs, my record collection was getting better and better, I spent my evenings on a local housing estate in a squalid little one bedroom flat with my mates, it was a council flat but it passed through the hands of our group on a regular basis, a bunch of the lads had quite a well respected local punk band and that’s where they were centered, eventually it got round to my turn to move in with the bass player, Sticky.
Once again, my parents over-reacted, the estate had a bad reputation, this flat in particular was one of the reasons why, as I was only 17 I still needed my parents consent to move out, my Dad (who’d spent the last few years threatening to throw me out) refused point blank to let me go, I told him I was going anyway, if I was there they’d at least know where I was, if I had to do a runner, they wouldn’t have a clue. Eventually they relented and I moved in.
It was chaos, I had the couch because I was there second, the bedroom was full of the bands gear anyway, I had free reign to play with what I wanted, I had a cheap Kay Bass from the short lived shit band I was in at school (which now I come to think of it, I completely failed to mention back there.we were shit anyway), there were bodies all over the place and everything was done on a help yourself but bring something round next time basis, we looked after each other.
I started listening to John Peel a lot, got introduced to the likes of the Butthole Surfers, Happy Flowers, The Birthday Party and their ilk, unlike my last group of mates, no-one gave a fuck what you were listening to, I came out as a Ska fan and no-one batted an eyed, let alone punch me in the mouth, one of the lads (who I think might have been the “landlord”) pulled out Frank Zappa’s Sheik Yerbouti one evening and I was instantly hooked, I bought Zappa albums for years after that, still do, he accounts for the largest artist quota of my collection with over a hundred titles and growing, the guy was a brilliant musician, hilarious song-writer and an amazing thinker, he’s up there with Bowie for me. There was a lot of different music played at flat 4, and most of it I still listen to now.
So I lost my job, it wasn’t music’s fault, or even mine for that matter, my horrible little boss sacked me just before Christmas purely because he was a cunt and he could, there may have been other reasons involving his daughter but that’s just nitpicking. The dole paid me fuck all for over 8 weeks, I was living hand to mouth, we’d shoplift food from the local shops, raid the local farms at night and the local bread wagon first thing in the morning, mates brought us drugs and alcohol and stuff they swiped from home, but I suffered having no cash, independence sucked, eventually, Sticky moved out and I was fending for myself, I’d ended up owning a dog and for the most I was splitting the food supply with it. My flatmates girlfriend had a brainstorm and took a bunch of photo’s of some of us into college to show her odd little mate who was in a shit relationship and deserved to meet a “nice lad”, naturally she chose mine, I was still a looker, in my prime at 17, she was a couple of years older but that worked in her favour, we hit it off, she’d duck college and come straight round to the flat, she had food, the dog loved her, eventually I realised she’d moved in, fair enough, she was a vast improvement on my previous flat-mate.
She brought with her, her record collection, it wasn’t promising, she was big on Adam Ant but I had everything she had anyway, a bunch of New Romantic crap, Frankie goes to Hollywood (I’ll stick it in the post for you Mel) but nestling in amongst the frisbees was Buzzcocks “Singles, Going Steady”. I already had most of their singles, but it was nice having them all on one tidy disc, being the romantic I am, I put it on and nailed her on a mattress on the living room floor, it kinda became out tune after that. (Yeah, that’s right, our tune is a whole album, check out the running time, stamina baby smile)
Anyway, that’s why the Buzzcocks appear so late on in this timeline, they were always there but didn’t get as sentimental ‘til now.

I still managed to get to plenty of gigs, we saw plenty of bands, I introduced Mrs Guana to Anarcho via a Conflict gig at Cloud 9 in Manchester, it turned into a bloodbath (she didn’t go back) I went to gigs at venues without even knowing what town I was in, just fell out of the back of a van, paid entry and got fuckin mullered, for years after I’d sit in venues wondering if I’d been there before because it looked familiar, I was still buying music but not as much, having any sort of social life took most of my cash flow, I had stacks of tapes that we used to do for each other, music had grown greatly since punk, there were all sorts of new genres and rule breakers, music scenes would appear and develop naturally rather than be created and controlled by the music industry, Indie was getting massive and musicians didn’t give a fuck about doing it the safe way, of course, the music industry was a corporate monster and eventually got it’s fingers into whatever was popular, stealing the formulas and watering them down so it could be dispensed on their terms, but the artist still had more control than ever
Eventually something had to give and I got off my arse and got myself a job, we eventually moved out of the flat and got a bigger place further down the road, it was technically her place and I continued living under the radar for the next few years , I slowly drifted away from punk, there was a lot of new stuff about and punk was starting to stagnate a bit in comparison, that part of my collection still got played, it just stopped growing, as the 80’s rolled on, gigging slowed down and was replaced by boozing, I’d attached myself to a local bar full of bikers, it was the watering hole of choice for my favourite uncle and I went there a lot with him. I never really got the urge to get a bike, thought it was pointless making a lifestyle choice like that just to fit in, the pub was usually full of bikers and students, I got on with everybody because I was never in either group, on Sunday nights there was usually a band on, I sat through a couple of decades of pub bands, some good, some awful, nearly all of them would do a couple of the more popular punk songs from my youth, sometimes I sat cringing while they murdered the tune, everybody sang along anyway, I felt vindicated, extremely comfortable and chilled, I grew very close to my uncle, like me, he was the black sheep of his generation, only instead of doing it with glue in his hair, he had a patch on his back. My parents were once again horrified, I was already bad enough to start with without his influence, turns out he was the most stabilizing, sensible influence I’ve ever had, I’d knocked about with him since I was in late high school, he’d heard I was fucking up and took it upon himself to pass on some words of wisdom, sorted my shit out a bit and put me back on the right track. To me, he was cooler than Presley, Fonzarelli, Zuko and Ant, I listened to him, he’d have punched me if I hadn’t.
I still used to fuck up though, my missus woke me up with a grim look, and told me I’d fucked up big this time, I lit a roll-up and started wondering what parenthood would be like, and in the summer of ’88, nineteen years into Bryan Adams melancholy, I got to find out.
Obviously, being a dad at 19 changed my life, I was no longer the number one priority, most of the time I wasn’t even a priority, I could live with that, like my parents did, I ended up with a gap in my music collection, I still treated myself now and then, the eighties ended and the nineties kicked off.
In 1991 the last greatest punk album ever made was released.

Chapter 9 “Sometimes I could kick you, just to see you move”

Pleasant Valley Children – Fuck Kill Destroy

I fucking love this album, it is spot on, it has a creepy nihilistic feel about it, it promises nothing except a miserable death after a pointless life, it was the perfect death knell for punk as far as I was concerned, I tossed a coin in the grave and let it go.

Chapter 10 “So this is how it feels to be lonely”$_1.JPG

Inspiral Carpets – Life
Happy Mondays – Bummed
The Stone Roses – The Stone Roses
Pulp – His n Hers

So America had Grunge, we had Brit-Pop, a dodgy era but it produced some awesome music, leading the movement of course, was us, Manchester, or, as we were known in those days “Madchester” we were fuckin mad for it, the charts were full of the sneering council estate types I’d grown up with, it was another musical revolution, twenty years after we invented punk, we were still showing the soft southern shites how to do music.
The exception of course was Pulp, the only Britpop band I could tolerate that weren’t from spitting distance, Jarvis Cocker is a poet, His n Hers is a masterpiece, still not quite as good as the other three up there, too whimsical for that.
I’d ordered Happy Mondays “Bummed” from the local record shop and asked my missus to pick it up when she went shopping with her mum, I told her under no circumstances should they look at the inner sleeve, so of course they took it straight out in the shop.
Haha, suckers,
Britpop got technical, dance music was growing, most of the old punks were taking ecstasy at raves, I was tripping my tits off at Bike Rallies, Acid House was massive, I moved round in different circles, usually following drugs, I made new friends and acquainted myself with a couple of different families who still treat me as one of their own, we popped out another kid, I had a better job so I was getting out more often, most of the time actually, I was out pretty much every night, I’d always tuck my kids in bed before I went out and do my best to be back before they woke up, it was a hedonistic time though, the 90’s positively encouraged hedonism. I found myself strolling round city centre one night, one of the old clubs I used to gig at had reopened as Rockworld, my mates son was a little Metalhead, he’d been going on about this place for a long time so I thought fuck it and gave it a go, I had enough cash to get me in and grab a beer, figured I could jump a cab and do a runner when I got home, I was pretty good at that, I went in and the place was buzzing, I was probably the oldest fucker in the building, by a long way, I strolled round with a beer and bumped into a few people I knew, some of the students from my local were in there, and later on a few of the bikers turned up, I felt slightly less ancient, I chilled, bumped into my mates lad, got introduced to his friends and had a bit of a dance.

Chapter 11 "Before you started tokin' you used to have a brain"

Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar
The Offspring – Smash
The Prodigy – Music for a Jilted Generation
Korn – Korn
Green Day – Dookie
Seputura – Roots

Yeah, that fuckin surprised you didn’t it?
Rockworld was quite an awesome place, I got in with the crowd and involved with the politics, they were a completely different generation to mine, they were born at the right time and inherited the sort of freedom that we’d had to fight like fuck for, everything was so casual, the drugs, the sex, the attitudes, being a bit older than this lot I kind of took on big brother status to a few of them, the bouncers in that place treated people like shit, they were just well dressed bullies, no-one fucked with me or the bikers because the kids were easy enough pickings, the worst I ever got off them was a polite “can you finish your drink mate” come 3am, I got dragged into a fair bit of shit in that place but I was a fantastic diplomat when I was stoned for some reason, coupled with the fact I had no regards for my own personal safety I could diffuse most situations.
The music was the tits, I started catching up on the grunge phenomena, listening to heavy metal, death metal and shit like that, when I heard the likes of Green Day and Offspring I just naturally pigeon holed them in with all the other stuff, it was good music, catchy as fuck, lyrically appealing and good to dance to, it’s only a few years later when they started waving “punk credentials” in my face that I saw my arse with them, I’d buried punk personally, it was over, too late to attach yourself to the genre just for angry young man status, that ship had sailed fuckers.
Disappointing reinvention of Pop-Punk aside, the rest of the stuff was good, I was digging most Metal, it was nice to be back to a harder guitar sound, my record collection got bigger, this was still just pre-internet so I just got what I could, eventually I got on-line and with a bit of searching I could locate and download half a dozen songs a day, I still preferred to buy though, my collection had grown quite vast with all the different genres I’d gotten into over the years, I just kept adding to it, my mates lad turned out to be a wealth of musical knowledge and he caught me up to speed.

Chapter 12 “With an ashtray as big as a fucking really big brick I split his skull in half”

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds – Murder Ballads
Tom Waits – Rain Dogs

I was back listening to the story tellers, Nick Cave was an instant hit with me, I remembered him from The Birthday Party but hadn’t followed him from there, Murder Ballads is sheer class, every song about death and dying, yet uplifting and enlightening. He’s a brilliant songwriter who surrounds himself with the finest musicians, everything he’s produced is solid gold to me, I eventually held him in the same esteem as Bowie and Zappa, one of the greats.
Tom Waits was another one, I could listen to him all day, a weird blend of Jazz, Blues and Carnival music, a throat full of gravel and a remarkable insight into the ugliness and beauty of the human soul. He sang about pubs I’d never been in and for some reason it made me nostalgic for days of old, then in 1996, this shit happened

Fuckin awesome, I was going to go on my own, there was a bunch of us interested initially but everyone else bailed, I still bought a ticket, a few weeks before the festival I was politely chatting with a mate of a mate and I mentioned I was going and he perked up, turned out he’d been into that stuff for years, we went from polite nods and having nothing in common to being joined at the hip, I met him in Blackpool and we had a riot, we spent years going to as many gigs as we could, Holidays in the Sun had been a kick up the arse for punk, got a lot of the old punks out of their recliners and gigging again, I saw all my old favourites and filled in the gaps I’d missed first time round, Uk Subs, Penetration, GBH, Vice Squad, Angelic Upstarts, Zounds, Conflict, Buzzcocks, Slaughter and the Dogs, Magazine. on top of that I got to see the American bands that I’d been listening to for years, True Sound of Liberty, MDC, Dead Kennedys, The Briefs, gigging was awesome again, I hooked up with my old mates from the early days at the flat, it was like we’d never been apart ten minutes later.
We’d do the festival most years, sometimes I’d have a year off to keep it fresh, but more often than not I’d go. The festival changed it’s name to Wasted then to Rebellion, it went from Blackpool to Morecambe and back again, it stayed the same festival though, punk doesn’t change (much)

Chapter 13 "Yeah, god almighty what the fuck happened to you?"

Various – Give ‘em the Boot II
Leftover Crack – Mediocre Generica
The Distillers - L.A. Girl
Mouthwash - 1000 Dreams

I bought a copy of Give ‘em the Boot II for a fiver, I bought it with a handful of other discs and played that one last because it’s just a sampler, there was some fucking good stuff on that disc, I bought the whole series but 2 is definitely the best of them, I started buying the bands cd’s, I went through Buju Banton, U.S. Bombs, The Gadgits, Hepcat, Fuckin loved Leftover Crack, Choking Victim, F-Minus, they were closer to Anarcho (which was and is still my favourite genre of punk), the discs introduced me to Ska-Punk, Riot Grrrl and  ... yeah ...Dropkick Murphy’s
Now don’t get me wrong, I like traditional and Celtic music, I’ve got a Pagan mate who used to play lots of it, I’ve got mates in folk bands, it’s not impossible to listen to, and I love punk, so I should be ok with the Dropkicks right? ... Wrong!
Two words ... The SpicyMcFuckinHaggisJig, Terrible tune, the video was included on Give ‘em the Boot II and I thought “Wayhey, free video”, even though it was free it made me feel ripped off, I smashed my keyboard, poured salt in my ears and plucked my eyes out with forks, seriously, I spent six hours in casualty holding my eyeballs while the local drunks dipped their chips in my head.
When I got home, I plugged in a new keyboard, washed the cutlery and thought I’d try again. I went out and bought a copy of Mob Mentality, I thought that a collusion with The Business would make me see the band in a better light, wrong again, (I go through a lot of keyboards) it was a dire disc, in later years I’d download their discography, I’ve listened to it all, there is nothing there for me, I suppose if the first sausage roll you bite into has a toenail in it, any others you eat will make you queasy.
Anyway, we became instant enemies.

Another thing that this disc brought to my attention, was just how big punk was now, as I said, I’d gone probably 5 years ignoring it completely, and since Holidays I was just catching up on the old bands I’d enjoyed in the past, but when I started branching out with the more modern stuff I was seeing stadium fillers, video game soundtracks, tonnes of every type of merchandise, if I wanted to hear punk I could just sit through an ad break and something would pop up eventually, what the fuck happened? technology had advanced to the stage where we could have done virtually everything ourselves for next to fuck all, but punk had grown into a vast money making industry being controlled by the exact people we’d fucked off in the first place, I mean seriously, what happened? my eye was off the ball for approaching a decade, things had gone to shit.
I joined PT, fucked up my ratio straight away because I didn’t have a clue how those places, or torrents worked, met Mel who kindly shared some Pleasant Valley Children stuff with me that I didn’t have (and they didn’t do a lot), I was eventually downloading discographies at a time, I’d visit a hell of a lot of blogs and grab what I could from there and I joined more sites, but it wasn’t the same, there wasn’t the thrill of finding a disc in a bargain bin, taking it home, smelling the vinyl and reading the cover while the album played next to me, instead I’m just loading it up in winamp and leaving it playing while I’m looking for a picture of a lobster in ballet shoes for a silly game thread. Then you’ve usually got a couple of gb of unheard tunes lined up to listen to, and by the time you’ve heard those, you’ve got another truck-load to go through, it’s too much, music end’s up as disposable, that shouldn’t be. appreciation shouldn’t go down as availability goes up but it does, or at least it did for me.

Chapter 14 "Drain and kick me hard "

Aphex Twin - Window Licker
Banco De Gaia - Last Train To Lhasa
The Smashing Pumpkins – Adore
The Orb – Orbus Terrarum

I ended up spending a lot of time hanging about with one of the blokes I’d met in Rockworld, he had a flat in Rusholme, the middle of student territory, we could get weed delivered and it was a chilled place to hang out. He was a clever lad and when he turned his hand to growing a bit he was producing some awesomely strong strains, there was a seemingly endless supply for years and my consumption went through the fucking roof. He also had a massive music collection and knew a vast amount about the subject. His music of choice was Ambient and he had stacks of it, I used to take a stack of mini-discs round and he’d fill them, I was listening to Aphex Twin, FSOL, Tangerine Dream, Autechre, Sigur Ros, there was shitloads of it, apart from the ambient he got me listening to music I’d overlooked over the years, Smashing Pumpkins, Radiohead, Eels, Nina Simone, Prince, PWEI, Broadband landed and I was downloading what I could, my stacks of cd’s were growing in the front room, with so many more choices I was finding some awesome stuff.

Chapter 15 "I fell way down it seemed into a bottomless pit"

Barry Adamson - The Murky World Of Barry Adamson
Acid Mothers Temple -Absolutely Freak Out (Zap Your Mind!!)

Acid Mothers fuckin Temple, what a band, they record under a few different names and have had a few different members, this cd was a pure impulse buy, I’ve always like trying multicultural music, (I’ve got punk albums in most languages), the psychedelic lettering took me right back to my school days and the phase we went through then, but most importantly, It had tits on the cover! another of my great interests in those days, (Imprinting is a powerful fucking thing)
Kawabata Makoto is a genius guitarist, he plays beautiful melodies then makes his guitar sound like a jet engine, it’s a sort of experimental, psychedelic, drone-rock that has roots in progressive, they tip their hats to Black Sabbath, King Crimson, Zappa, Grateful Dead etc, most people I play it to just think it’s noise, if anybody’s tempted to give them a listen I’d recommend “Pink Lady Lemonade” as a starting point then taking it from there, they do a few interesting collabs, the one with Kinski is a good one.
My mate introduced me to Barry Adamson, I knew of him, he played Bass for Magazine and most instruments for Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, his solo stuff is phenomenal, heavily influenced by jazz and a big band sound, powerful as fuck, he’s a local lad too, born and raised in Moss Side, grounded as fuck, a few weeks back I took my lad to see him, he played Jazz Devil (one of his biggest hits) and backed it with the music from Iggy Pop’s “Nightclubbing” as a Bowie tribute, possibly the only decent “tribute” I heard to the fella.
Anyway, I’m losing track a bit, and most people have probably stopped reading so I’m going to completely ignore most of this century and slip into present day

Chapter 16 "If Life is short then some things go on far too long"

Reid Paley – Lucky’s Tune
Ducking Punches – D.I.Y or Die
David Bowie – Blackstar
Public Service Broadcasting – Inform – Educate – Entertain

So nowadays, I don’t really listen to a massive amount of music, I don’t trawl record shops or blogs or even this site anymore. Every now and then something will pop up on my radar, the last couple of artists who’ve impressed me are Reid Paley and Ducking Punches, both with acoustic albums, I’m sure I’ve mentioned them both recently in different threads so I don’t really need to go into detail, Public Service Broadcasting are a duo from London, they look like geography teachers but are extremely talented musicians, watching them play live is amazing, the founder (J Willgoose Esq) plays guitar and jumps from keyboard to sampler to banjo without missing a beat, everything’s being looped and the sound is amazing, the drummer Wrigglesworth keeps a tight beat and still manages to dabble with other instruments. They’re playing the Blue Dot Festival at Jodrell Bank this summer, looks interesting but I won’t be going, hate festivals.
I said I’d listened to Bowie all the way through this timeline, after he died I spent a month or so playing nothing but his back catalogue, it never gets old for me, other than that I don’t really listen to much, My Vinyl and Cd collections are boxed up and stuck in the loft, they got too big, I still buy stuff, can’t help myself, but I rip it to mp3 and stick it on the old Samsung mp3 player I play all my tunes on, I’ve still got my digital collection to go at and there’s shit in there I’ve still not played, I’ll stick my headphones in at work and wander round there listening to my tunes, sometimes I’ll just have the headphones in with the jack dangling in my pocket so nobody tries talking to me.
I lost my Dad a few years back, we played Buddy Holly at his funeral and everything had gone full circle, despite all the shit I’d caused with my unfocused, juvenile rebellion, we’d managed to patch things up decades earlier and were very close, I stopped seeing him as authority to be questioned and as the excellent role-model he actually was. I didn’t drink or smoke weed for a long time after his death, it was something that needed dealing with, not suppressing. I didn’t play any music at the time because I didn’t want to associate any favourite albums with how I was feeling, I’ve had albums in the past that have got me through the bad times (and there has been a fucking lot of them). But at the end of the day, they just spin and make a noise while you find the strength to deal with whatever you need to from within yourself, because it’s already there, we just like to put music on this mystical pedestal and ascribe attributes to it that it doesn’t actually have, but we under-rate ourselves when we do so.
I still love punk first and foremost but I think it’s run its course, it was too self-destructive to have lasted this long without it looking like an act, it failed in its agenda to change anything drastically and any changes it did make have slowly changed back since, we had a better way, we had an important message but what did we do? we dressed like fuckin pirates and screamed that message into people’s faces with a good added amount of “fuck you” thrown in, at first they were scared of us, then amused by us, then we just blended in with all the other day to day shit people ignore, we alienated the people who needed to hear that message most with our abrasiveness and ridiculously narrow set of standards, anything we had to say just got lumped in with the cliché we’d become and ignored. if I was an oppressive government regime I’d fucking invent punk just to discredit any opposition. Steve Ignorant even went on record saying he wishes CRASS hadn’t sworn so much because it severely narrows the field when it comes to reaching any kind of audience. Still, we’ve got thirty odd years of good tunes, images and memories out of it, but we didn’t change the world, and we should have.
Having said all that, with all the different genres I like, my time "on a break" and my disillusionment with the whole scene, do I still consider myself a “punk”?
Course I do, punk as fuck mate.

jello biafra ..... jello biafra ......... JELLO BIAFRA !!!!
Fuckin sex pistols mad

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Re: Album Project - Our Lives in Music

Ok about this stage i started getting into a lot of different type of music, just like Guana above. Anarcho punk led me to the ska / reggae side of punk such as Culture shock / Rhymites / AK47s.

This eventually lead onto numerous genres of music including Dub / Reggae, hippy stuff especially Hawkwind, Gong, Zappa and the free festival / soundsystems stuff which would ultimately lead to rave music.
Albums i still hold dear from this coming of genres would be......!.jpg/220px-Gong_-_Gazeuse!.jpg

also in 86 i went to college (for a short time) left before i got chucked out lol, not before i met a metalhead tho, we swapped tapes, i gave him Discharge, GBH, English dogs and Exploited ......i think, he gave me Slayer and Metallica, which turned me on to Thrash metal and later the US crossover stuff.

heres some of my STILL top thrash metal albums

in 1988 i moved out of home and moved into a shared house, it was half punks, half thrashers so the music we played was a mishmash of both, this is when i got into the more US orientated hardcore stuff more.

catch my punk radio show on sundays at 2pm GMT on

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Re: Album Project - Our Lives in Music

Early Days 1990-2005

High School 2006-2008

Re: Album Project - Our Lives in Music

Late to the party I guess, but here goes:


I guess my love for music came at an early age. My dad was a National Park ranger, and on random weekends would wake up the family to drive to whatever park was nearby in the New York/New England area. On these trips he would play a lot of folk music, most notably Gordon Lightfoot. I distinctly remember hearing songs like “Bitter Green”, “Steel Rail Blues”, and so on during these trips. Another favorite on the trip was Johnny Cash. I didn’t know much about him, but I knew I loved songs like “So Doggone Lonesome”, “Home of the Blues”, and “There You Go”. (And to explain my lack of an album, I have no idea what cheap dollar store greatest hits my dad had of Cash)

My mom, on the other hand, was not a huge music person, but she did introduce me to the Beach Boys, and songs like “Help Me Rhonda” and the entire Pet Sounds album remain favorites of mine, not to mention later shaped my interest in 50s/60s pop and doo-wop.


Not much music I remember in my elementary school years outside of soundtracks to Disney movies and whatnot, but I got my first exposure to the word “punk” through Blink 182 and Green Day when I was about nine. A friend of mine would always play their albums at his house, and of course I liked it as a nine-year old kid with a potty mouth. It seemed a nice alternative to the boy bands everybody at school was listening to…little did I know there was so much more to come.


My sister (step-sister, technically) happened to have been a fan of punk in the mid 90s, and her favorite bands during that time included The Descendents, Bad Religion, Rancid, and the Bouncing Souls. Upon hearing my discovery of Green Day decided to show me a few of these bands. The most notable for me, at the time was Bad Religion. The “No Control” album was a much faster take on this “punk” music I had heard and became an instant favorite. Enough for me to buy some classic punk in the form of The Ramones and The Misfits and a few of those Punk-O-Rama compilations (more on that later).

The Ramones were an instant hit for me, and I began to see where that Green Day band I liked so much had gotten their sound. Obvious tracks like “I Wanna Be Sedated” and “Sheena is a Punk Rocker” were catchy and raw. Even my parents seemed to like this band I was listening to! Same could not be said for The Misfits, whom I was introduced to on a trip to see my sister in Colorado. The “Collection 1” was an even more raw, more…dare I say “punk” take on the Ramones sound. It helped as well that I had a huge fascination with slasher films and serial killers at the time (I watched “Forensic Files” every night religiously). Clearly songs like “Horror Business”, “Bullet”, and “Die Die My Darling” became anthems for me.,_Fast_Ramones-Their_Toughest_Hits_cover.jpg

Around the same time, I was checking out those aforementioned “Punk-O-Rama” compilations. I  started hearing a few of the bands popular with the kids in my new school (I had just been kicked out of Catholic school) like NOFX, Rancid, Bouncing Souls, etc. While interested in some of these (I pretty much feigned interest in NOFX), none, other than Bad Religion, really had me hooked. What was I to do? The Ramones and Misfits were favorites of mine, but relics of a time long gone: two of the original four Ramones were dead at this time and the Misfits were in their Project 1950 state. The current bands like NOFX were okay, but didn’t excite me the way punk should. I decided to keep buying these compilations, one day purchasing Punk-O-Rama volume 7. After wading through twelve tracks of either mediocre or downright terrible, track thirteen arrived with an unusual sound. Police sirens? That was my first guess, but then these “police sirens” started a melody against a pounding drum beat. Then a guitar crash. Then what seems like a fife echoing the screeching melody played by what I realized to be bagpipes before. Finally, the lyrics kick in: “And so the story’s told of a hearty group of men, it’s a tale of their triumphs and their woes…”

I couldn’t believe my ears. The punk was there, but so was something else. Like Braveheart being set to this rebellious sound I had grown to love. After two verses, a HUGE chorus kicks in. Like an entire fucking army echoing the words of this band. Beyond this, there was something else. Most of the punk I had heard up until now had been humorous, snotty, or self-deprecating. But here was a group singing about the triumphs of the hard working men and women of history. There was a sense of PRIDE to this song missing from the other punk I was exposed to.

It was unreal. It was fascinating. It was the Dropkick Murphys singing “Heroes from Our Past”.

Frankly, I didn’t know what else to expect from the Dropkick Murphys. I absolutely loved this song, but figured this might be a Scottish (later found out to be Irish) gimmick of a band (I had heard one song Flogging Molly previously and not been a fan). “Oh well”, I thought to myself. “This song is great, and worst comes to worst I get to hear a few more like it”. I go out and buy as many CDs as I can from them the next day. How wonderful it was to hear that this band not only could write a good punk rock song with a folk backbone, but just damn good, straight no-nonsense punk songs on albums like “Do or Die” and “Gangs all Here”. They were the punk band I always wanted, and I really loved the celtic touch on a few songs (keep in mind at this time that sound had not been played to death by red-headed freckled bros). Hell, I even went back to Flogging Molly and discovered The Pogues.

The Irish thing was kind of cool. But that wasn’t the main reason I loved the Murphys. I loved that pride. Those working-man sensibilities. Those huge, chanted choruses. More on that next time…

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Apart from a few classic kids albums ,I didn't really bother with music much as a child,until around the age of 8yrs.
While at primary school I became aware of Slade .
Slade In Flames was the first piece of music I really got into,I use to walk around school with my monkey boots on and oxford bag trousers thinking I was cool as hell,the other kids were all into Gary Glitter  no not me I was a Slade fan.
Anyway 1977 was the jubilee and all that and I was aware of the Sex pistols but only from the news etc.As we rolled into 1978 at a school disco I heard

and this

To this day I love these songs and the energy and excitement I got from first hearing them,I remember going to Record village to buy 999's first album,I was 12yrs old and things were only gonna get more exciting.I started to buy the Sounds music paper every wednesday this lead to reading about The Vibrators .... wowww they looked cool and the name sounded great.I picked this single up.
Punk had found me but the real game changer for me was yet to come,the cool kids loved The Clash and Sex pistols  but I never really listened to em but I did buy xmas 1978 this album
To this day Damned Damned Damned is still my fave album,it's never been touched by anyone else,the production ,cover and songs its just perfect ,the greatest album ever released and no one would even come close to topping it for until the 1990's.
1979 would see me attending gigs by The Ruts,Uk Subs,Buzzcocks and The Skids.I would love to say The Ruts were the best band cause lets face it The Crack album is amazing but live wise the UK subs were incredible,the line up of  Harper, Garratt, Slack And Davies was just so full of energy and blew me totally away,this was very closely followed by The Skids who are in my mind criminally forgotten about nowadays ......

Now was the real start of my musical journey and my love of the single with gems such as these
The Damned had also reformed and were back and they were back big time

1980 would see me buying albums by The Angelic Upstarts,The Adverts and many more but this one that I saw in the local record shop was gonna be another one of those wow moments

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Straight up, Im going to warn you guys I can be a bit longwinded but Im going to tell my story

Im quoting Gnat's little list, which is handy.
-Early childhood
-Middle School
-High School
-Recent Past

1981- 1993/94 Early Childhood/Childhood

For me a lot of early childhood and childhood is the same. Up until I started middle school I pretty much could only listen to what my parents listened to. Pre middle school, I remember getting a Walkman in like 3rd grade, right around the same time as the original Gameboy first came out. My mom gave me a New Kids On The Block cassette and I asked for - and somehow fooled my mom into thinking that a Parental Advisory sticker was on any album with even one casual mention of the word Damn - was Vanilla Ice To The Extreme. Ice Ice Baby has the one brief damn, but honestly, I dont know how many of you actually listened to the album, but it was definitely parental advisory. I remember listening to "Life Is Like A Fantasy" and its sex scene descriptions getting me kinda... riled up at too young of an age, looking back. Perhaps my 10 or 11 year old self shouldn't have been listening to stuff like this on my walkman lol

But like I said, most of what I heard was what my parents listened to. My mom grew up listening to Rolling Stones and such, but all I remember when riding in the car listening to the radio is her listening to top 40 radio, and I remember Duran Duran and Carly Simon. Lots of Michael Jackson. Billy Joel and Bruce Springsteen. Olivia Newton-John. Barbara Streisand. Kool & The Gang. Hall & Oates. Stevie Wonder. Cyndi Lauper. Peter Gabriel. Billy Ocean. Prince (my dad HATED Prince but my mom loved him. Purple Rain and all that.)

So yeah, a veritable who's who for the burgeoning young punk.

Ive never really gone down the whole explain your whole lifetime thing with my mom, but she was basically a hippy born a couple years too late. I just know she is as open minded as my dad. I vaguely remember going with her to visit a friend of hers in New York City, back during the crack scourge in NY in the mid 80's. His car radio had been stolen by a crackhead, and I remember his car having a small sign on it saying please dont break in, anything of value already stolen. Apparently, it was her best friend in college, and he was gay. I didn't know and was too young to know or care, but this was the 80's, it wasn't "ok" to be gay. I remember it mostly for the sign on his car and the fact he lived like 30 something floors off the ground. Scared the shit out of me.

What I do know concrete about my mom is that she is from Ireland, and came here at the age of 5. Her mom was a single mother back when being a single mother was not only frowned upon but cursed. My mom only a few years ago through and facebook found out she had an older sister, a child her mother had before her when she was so young she didnt have a choice to keep her, the state took her. Needless to say, my mom's mom left Ireland to escape the persecution from a mostly Catholic country. My mom's mom got a job eventually doing housework and such, and somehow or another she came to work for who I know as my Grandma Ruth. Grandma Ruth adopted my mother for all intents, putting her through school, supporting her when my mom's mom died, young, as with my father's father. Grandma Ruth was a religious person, but more Presbyterian or Protestant than Catholic. Grandma Ruth was known as the "mitten lady" at her church because she spent her free time knitting mittens to give to the poor children on Long Island around Christmastime. All year long, she would end up with garbage bags full of mittens and scarfs and a few blankets, all hand kitted. She never had a TV, so she would sit and listen to the radio or recorded bible verses and knit and knit and knit. This religious upbringing affected my childhood up until I was about 15, when my parents divorced and I lived with my father from then on. Before that, it was church every fucking sunday, sunday school, youth group on sunday and wednesday, summer camps...

My dad? Even today, he is a motown and doo-wop guy. I mean, I know the words to just about every big 50's-60's motown hit. My dad's favorite was the Del-Vikings, but I know a bunch of The Cadillacs. The Drifters, The Platters, The Five Satins, The Earls. Little Anthony & The Imperials. The Temptations. The Five Keys. The Five Sharps. People talk about how punk rock was for the working class, well so was doo-wop. These kids couldn't afford musical instruments, and this is before school districts even thought about supporting a music class by providing instruments for the less privileged... So they used their voices to provide instrumentation.

My dad grew up a day laborers son in the then potato fields of Riverhead, Long Island, before America was integrated, but the North was (and has been...) but he told me from a young age he had more in common with the black and hispanic kids, mostly poor and farmworkers kids. His white classmates would make fun of him for only having two shirts for school because that is all his parents could afford, no different than his real friends. Christmas was picking one item out of the Sears catalog, not a tree and lights. He says the reason he can eat anything and everything that someone serves him is because when he grew up, they only had one good meal, which was dinner, and there was no "turning your nose up at it". You ate it, or his dad would beat his ass. You could feed the man cooked shit now and he would eat it and then tell you it was pretty good. Well, that upbringing, and living in the jungles of 'Nam, i suspect.

So to say the least, a white kid who was friends with the colored and hispanic kids in the late 40's and early 50's was a bit of an abberation, even in New York, which is nothing like the South at that time. That manifests itself in the music he listened to, and the groups he listened to. Some of the doo-wop groups were the first music groups to integrate. He said one thing that drew him to the Del-Vikings was how they were pretty much the first rock-n-roll band to integrate, and since his childhood friends were black, he felt a bit of himself in that. To this day his greatest joys are getting the white people who talk shit about Obama for no valid reason to just come out and say they can't stand a ni**** in the white house. Sadly, I have seen it firsthand in my high school hometown, a very very republican and redneck county. Democrats dont even run for some of the offices because it is literally a waste of the party's funds to even try to run.

He was drafted into Vietnam in 1968, apparently just a month or two after his dad had died of a heart attack. [ mental note: heart problems run in the family] Just like growing up, he related more to the blacks and hispanics than the whites. One of his most hated things was how some officers were there not out of merit but out of being white and privileged, and regardless of your views on race, I want someone who has my life in his hands to know what the fuck he is doing, not just there because he is some white guy's kid.

He was a paratrooper for the 101st Airborne, the "Screaming Eagles".
Then and now the top of the top of paratroopers. He served in 'Nam from 68-71, so that was the worst of it. He never would talk about the war when I was younger, matter of fact one of my earlier memories is my 9 years older half brother Eric asking my dad in the kitchen "how many people you killed" and my dad flipped out, yelling shit like "you think i kept a fucking notebook and made a tally for every man I killed?!?!?"
Now that time has passed, I learned he had 33 combat jumps under his belt. Was involved or providing support for nearly every big mission in 'Nam at the time. Won a Bronze Star for bravery for fighting while wounded and helping save other soldiers. I never knew what the weird little oval-ish scar on his upper arm and then out of his collarbone was until he told me he was wounded on the way down from a jump, than fought like nothing happened because you didnt want to be left alone in the jungle. So to answer my brothers question, I imagine he has killed many men.

This is a longwinded explanation of why and how I was raised so fervently anti-racist , anti-homophobic, and anti-war.

The music? So, so good.

I remember my dad completely loved this song, the singer had a bad lisp but as for most people with a lisp when they sing it doesnt show. He would play it over and over and be like "listen to this voice, son, this is singing, the lyrics barely even matter", and he would always sing the bass parts to all these songs when he would sing along.

I can flash forward for a second, and small surprise he loves Pentatonix, although he is also anti religion, so that is a negative on his scorecard as they are a quietly Christian group. And to be honest, he likes this video

"We've been divided, we've been bled,
Like a chicken without a head.
Running frantically amuck
Taking but not giving a fuck."

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Middle School

Now we get to where I started to hear shit that wasn't what my parents listened to. We had just moved from New York to Florida just before I was to start 6th grade. Ended up becoming friends with my best friend at the time, Jon. He didnt have any older brother showing him any music, but his parents were very open minded compared to mine about what they allowed him to listen to - which was pretty much whatever he wanted.

So the band he was really into in 6th grade was Pearl Jam. This is when Ten had just been released. i had never heard music like this before. It was... energetic, angry, passionate, just so much different from the Del-Vikings and Carly Simon. It sounds strange looking back, but I never heard Guns N Roses or Poison or AC/DC or any of that kind of stuff when I was young, as it was never on the radio stations my parents would put on. So when Jon and I had a video project we decided to make a music video pretending to be Pearl Jam, and that's when I first heard the song Oceans. After this project, I was able to buy the cassette myself (as it wasnt parental advisory and back when that first came out they actually id'd people to see if they were old enough to buy it) and I spent night after night for a while listening to nothing but that Pearl jam tape, front to back, over and over. I know every fucking word to this day.

Around the same time, I believe the summer between 6th grade and 7th, couldve been the summer between 7th and 8th, I dont remember but it doesnt matter.

Summer camps... one of my first, unknowing, dips into punk. Maybe not what you OG punkers would call punk, but remember Pearl Jam blew my 6th grade self's mind, so....The church had these subsidized summer camps for us poor kids, where you would go out camping and canoeing for a week in the rough like the old days or whatever. So Im in a canoe with these two other kids who mustve been friends from the same church. No one ever picked me for much of anything in school, always last kid picked for a team for any activity, so holding to form, no one picked me as a partner for the canoe. So the canoes only seat 3 people, the church group leader put me in their canoe and made me steer the damn thing. Well those two kids kept signing the lyrics to Green Day's "Basket Case" from the Dookie album, over and over and over to where I knew them by heart but had never heard the song.

Funny thing about that Dookie album, is when school started back up, i was a bit of a thief in those days, I would go through peoples backpacks to steal nice pens and shit, i wasnt looking for electronics or anything really, but in one of my classmates backpacks, he had a bootleg/copy of something he labeled "Dookie"and I took it. i had no idea what a tape of "Dookie" would sound like, so I took it. Obviously I didnt know it was a Green Day album yet, it was just a tape I stole. I still didn't know what song those kids were singing back in summer camp until I played the tape. Played that one a good bit but for some reason it never struck me as "punk" necessarily, I thought it was just fast "alternative", as that was the catch all term for all the other music around that time (like Pearl Jam). Another tape I took from him was labelled "Ignition", and down the road I figured out it was the first real Offspring album. All I knew was it was fast. Really, Ignition would be considered a more "proper" punk album than Dookie, but Dookie was so so huge. What I loved about Ignition was just the way it started, with Dexter just yelling out Fuck! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!  I mean I wasn't allowed to listen to parental advisory music, I had never heard such a blatant FUCK in music in my life. i was hooked!

Ignition is still Offsprings best album IMO. Smash was also very good and they just got progressively awful after that. Once "Pretty Fly for a White guy" came out I was embarrassed for them. But that's for later.

But my main influences was Jon and MTV. i would literally have to sneak watching MTV because my mom thought it was evil, but Jon told me that "120 Minutes" was some of the best stuff you could ever watch, and that's where I started hearing a lot of different music.

My friendship with Jon and us being best buds continued on into the beginning of high school. From him, I heard Jane's Addiction and Porno for Pyros. Once cd's came out to where my parents got me a cd player around this time for christmas, I still remember the first cds I got. Soundgarden "Superunknown", then a Red Hot Chili Peppers greatest hits album (mainly because once I heard Under the Bridge and Give It Away on 120 Minutes, I had to have it.). Weezer "Blue Album". Live "Throwing Copper". Bush "Sixteen Stone".

Getting into High School now...

This is also right around when my parents got divorced, I believe it was the summer between 9th and 10th grade. As I said, my mother is very religious, but my dad is not. When they divorced, I stayed with dad while my sister went with mom. Well, my dad let me listen to whatever I wanted, I could watch what I wanted, and I didnt have to go to church anymore. My dad had a simple rule or way of parenting - If my grades were all A's/B's and I was never brought home by the police I could pretty much do what I wanted. Keep your grades up and stay out of trouble and you can do what you want.

I think I have failed to mention, my family has a long history in motorsports, my dad raced semi-professionally and his dad used to race 5 days a week on the short tracks of the northeast to make his living, not for fun. If you follow NASCAR at all, you may know the last name Reutimann. My dad used to race with Buzzie, and his son David who raced in Sprint Cup for a while, I used to race his brother and cousin at Ocala Speedway. Buzzie still races pretty much every week in a Winged Sprint at the local dirt track, East Bay Raceway

I raced from the age of 8 until 19, starting in karts and over my time I raced quarter midgets, champ karts, on to full size race cars, street stocks, hobby stock, mini stock, open wheel modifieds, late models. I was actually pretty good and always raced against adults since the time I was 14. I wasn't even old enough for a learners permit for my drivers license but here I was racing at double and triple the speed limit. Fastest I ever went verified was at New Smyrna, a high banked ripoff of the Bristol NASCAR track. Cops there doing security were using radar guns and getting readings from everyone. Half-mile track, I hit 168 MPH in the modified pictured a little below. I didnt know anyone else who raced or went to the tracks or anything, so it was always just something I did while other kids would play baseball or football or soccer.

This is me at 16, with my open wheel modified. We used to have to make a bunch of these pictures for me to sign and to give to the sponsors to hang in their lobby or whatever, to sign for fans, to sign for family and it didnt hurt for picking up girls either.

Most people don't equate being poor with being able to run race cars, but like I said, my family has been doing this for over 70 years. We build all our cars, ground up, we don't buy it pre-built or pay someone. My dad's house has a shop he built himself that's about 1500 square feet, the size of a normal sized house here. He makes money on the side to this day repairing bumpers and shit like that for the local racers. Oh and that's why I don't race anymore. If I can't afford to run competitively, I don't want to be out there. Once I had a family, it was time to support them, not racing.

I will never forget, me and dad at the kart track, its called Fruitland Park. It's now called Speedway Park, but whatever. I'm 13? 14? at this point. We were at our trailer, and I see someone I knew at school, and had "gifted" class with. We werent friends at all, just a classmate at the time. I see him in a firesuit, and Im like, I didnt know Dan raced? Apparently, this was Dan's first race. He grew up in a racing family too, but hadn't been on a track for himself yet, where I had been doing it for years. When you race karts, they always have a "light" class and a "heavy" class, to make it fair so skinny guys like me arent racing heavy guys like my friend Dan. The light people would always win. Anyway, I walk over to his pit stall which was away across the track, and say what's up, I didnt know you raced! Pretty much at this point Dan started becoming my best friend as much as, if not moreso, than Jon.

Well turns out Dan had been listening to stuff like Metallica since he was a wee lad, his older brother Joe being his main influence. Dan played drums, and we had some mutual classmates who became friends. I say that, because before i was friends with Dan, certain people used to pick on me (like I said, always last to be picked for anything...) and the next day they were being cool with me, I guess because Dan said I was his friend and to cut it out. Ricky, who you will read about, was one of them. I mean, thanks to Dan, i went from having pretty much 1 friend, Jon, and a 5 year younger neighbor friend, I suddenly was friends with every skater/punk/freak there was in my redneck high school hometown. We were eventually considered a "gang" by the school resource officers and all that. Just because a group of 10-30 kids would be hanging out in the farthest corner of a Wal-Mart parking lot skateboarding and who congregate before and after school doesn't make them a gang.

Dan knew i was in band class and played trombone, and one day he came to me with a cd and asked if I wanted to play in a band. I said maybe, Ive never thought about that. He said, well listen to this song and tell me if you think you can play it. And he played NOFX "Bob" from I Heard They Suck Live

I had to explain to Dan that it was a trumpet in the song, not a trombone, but it wasnt anything overly hard or elaborate. And as I am listening to this music, something started to click. This kind of music is fucking incredible! I was like this is pretty good, what is this? And he is like its punk with a ska type of horn. And I am like ska? What the fuck is that? And he said glad you asked. Cuz we want to start a punk/ska band and we need a trombonist.

I must say, people talk about how they don't like a "mainstream" band like NOFX, but can appreciate the way they might get a kid into other punk? Guess how I first heard of Crass? Rudimentary Peni? (Guana? Mel?)  Not a zine, not a friend. From NOFX, I heard They Suck Live, they talk some shit about how Melvin likes Crass between a song, and Mike says you don't know Crass, and Melvin starts singing some Crass lyric while Mike says the only good Crass band was RP. And then they play Rudimentary Peni, Nothing But A Nightmare (sorta) NOFX MADE ME LISTEN TO CRASS AND RUDIMENTARY PENI!!! Guana and Mel's heads must be exploding simultaneously.

Fast forward to the 19:00 minute part if you want to hear it.

The disorganized-but-organized chaos onstage and in the crowd, the general half-ass-ery, I don't know what it was, and is, when I listen to this album, but it just made me want to BE there.

My high school aged self is like, what is all this music Ive never heard of?

So I agree to do the band thing with Dan. His parents had a few trailers on thier land they rented to tenants, but a couple were inhabitable, like holes in the floor and shit, so we used them as a practice space. We had a few rehearsals or whatever you call it, but it was more hanging out. We never really wrote much other than the rhythm for a song or two. But now I was meeting what became my high school circle of friends. We were inseperable. This is right about when some of us were old enough to get our drivers licenses, but I started school a year earlier in New York than most of the guys down here in the South did, so I was still 15 when Dan turned 16. But all that mattered was now we could do what we wanted. Dan drove me everywhere, came over my house every day, I mean he was like a second son for a while to my dad, he even had his own key to our house. Between Dan and our circle of skater kids, we got into nothing but punk rock for the most part. Of course we quickly learned all the 90's wave Punk bands, NOFX Rancid Bad Religion Lagwagon, mostly Fat Wreck and Epitaph bands at that time. My friend Chris somehow heard of and got into DFL (Dead Fucking Last) which was recorded by and supported by the Beastie Boys and Ad-Rock was a member of. Mike D played drums on the first album. Mario C, the Beastie's longtime producer, did all the recording and such.
We loved the ska and ska punk too. Less Than Jake was our number one, but we liked the Mighty Mighty Bosstones even before that "Impression That I Get" song catapulted them. Aquabats.

As others have said, compilation cd's got us into so many more bands. Hopeless Records first 2 comps got me into so many more bands, in particular the second one. Hearing 88 Fingers Louie and Heckle and Funeral Oration for the first time, which are three of my fave bands of all time. First I had heard of Against All Authority as well. I heard this comp and was like, wow man, there is a lot more out there than the West Coast Fat Wreck/Epitaph sound...

I mean, when a regular album at the store was from 12.99-17.99, seeing this was a welcome sight.

I bet like none of you have heard this album. It is so fucking good, its a shame the band didnt last. I have no idea what anyone in the band has done before or since, (edit: Two of the guys were who started Death By Stereo) but Heckle was so good. 24 minutes that is worth your time if you haven't heard them. The third track is the song from the Hopeless comp.

Now, it was on. This music was consuming us, we couldn't get enough. I was too young to even know Bad Religion's Suffer when it came out, but once I heard it, wow. One of the best albums of all time. Digging into the older stuff made me appreciate the Ramones (although I didnt think they were all that great at the time.) I listened to, and promptly disliked the Sex Pistols. I thought it sounded like shit. But I came to realize these bands werent trying to sound polished like the Soundgarden I grew up on, these were mostly broke musicians recording on shitty equipment trying to be heard.

So we would hang out every day, usually at Ricky's house (remember him?) because his mom was one of those parents who would rather have 20 kids hanging out at her house every day than not know where her son was. Ricky's mom was kind of the groups mom, I mean this is a lady that let us build a quarter-pipe that we would drag out to the road and skate, until someone called the cops on us. So what does his mom do? Helps Ricky, LEGALLY, build a full half pipe in their backyard. The county kept trying to fuck with us, but Ricky had paid for engineered plans, he used all the proper screws and whatnot, and had it inspected by code enforcement. We built it using stolen materials from construction sites mostly, we would use whatever friends had a pickup truck, and drive up and steal some plywood and such from each site. What killed the ramp wasn't building code or permits, in the long run. It was, simply, that we didn't weatherproof the wood properly as we built it, and once the underlying wood rotted, it was over. But for a decade, that halfpipe stood in a small suburban neighborhood, all legit, when skateboarding was illegal in the city.

We would hang out, skate, and get into more music and we had to back track through punk. Minor Threat. Operation Ivy. Common Rider. Samiam. But we did realize that for us, the 70's stuff just didnt sound good (remember, we were dumb kids, we werent smart enough to figure out the messages yet) and I think most of us know that punk in the mid 80s was pretty much shit. So we stuck with stuff from Minor Threat and Bad Brains being about as far back as our libraries went.

I can also say, us all going to the Warped Tour several years in a row was like the highlight of that time. Seeing NOFX and Bad Religion at the same show? Back when the Warped tour was just starting out? Holy shit, I couldn't believe it. That's why I have no interest in the current Warped Tour, but when my daughter asks for tickets this past summer and summer before, I dont say no or say those bands suck. I realize these are the new bands, and I remember how awesome it was to finally see some of these bands who I had no other way of seeing.

My dad was not super excited about me being a self-described "punk", but he never stopped me from doing what i wanted. And he liked the fact that i was into a music where you could buy a shirt for 10 bucks, that sold $4 comps, that he could give me 100 bucks and I could order ten shirts for the new school year, instead of the 2 that he had to wear growing up. That we would go to Goodwill and other thrift stores, looking for ridiculous old shirts, and plaid suit jackets. i still have several of those suit jackets. Several funky plaid, one crushed blue velvet, and one bright white Miami Vice/Scarface suit jacket.

"We've been divided, we've been bled,
Like a chicken without a head.
Running frantically amuck
Taking but not giving a fuck."

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The 80's started off great for me,as mentioned I'd bought Stations of the Crass and was busy spending most of my time hanging round the local record shop  ,I  remember Crass announcing at a gig here at a local club,problem was it was over 18's only,gutted was not the word  ,I'd spent months listening to their stuff and to this 14yr old kid it was a bjg deal.Night of the gig I along with a bunch of other kids stood outside of the club feeling sorry for ourselves.Various members of the band were hanging around outside the club and of coarse we were moaning about it been  a over 18's only,to cut a long story short Crass promised to come back and play at an all ages venue,fast forward a couple of months and Crass,Poison Girls and Annie Anxiety   return and play an all ages gig,fucking hell they listened to a few spotty  teenagers and came back,to this day that still makes me smile .
Another band to have a big effect on me at this time were Discharge their first 3 EP's are amazing even to this day
I saw them on the never again tour and they were incredible but all you need is these first 3 EP's.
Around this time I was hanging around the local punk clothes shop on a weekend,well I was sneaking by the big hard punks outside of it and going in to buy badges,on one of these occasions I heard this

It were't punk but it was amazing,this led to
and also

My list of bands to check out was getting longer and longer, add into this 2 hrs a night listening to the john peel radio show which  was making it worse,jesus fuck mock o levels at school ,I aint got the time .
Things at home weren't going sister and I had a good home life .Our parents had their own business and we wanted for little really.....well attention but my decent into the punk rock world was not going down well .The blue eyed boy should really not be walking around wearing T shirts like this
I know it seems like nothing now but this was the early 80's and back then it was a big deal and my folks were not happy, give it another 18 months and various rows and this little oink would get thrown out of his home and not be allowed to get his nose back in the door til his father was diagnosed with terminal cancer five years later .

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Ok 16yrs old left school and got thrown out of home,I manged to find enough mates with flats to put me up,signed on the dole got my first giro and fucked off following The Damned around the country,time of my life to be honest,different towns most days and so many great gigs.The UK82 stuff was of cause huge at the time but alot of it left me cold especially stuff like The Exploited who I still think barring a couple of songs are about the worse punk band going,saw them on The Punks not dead tour and their support act Infa Riot blew em off stage,next time was The troops of Tomorrow tour and again the support act upstaged em (Anti Establishment).
Someone who was having a big influence on me at the time was the kid who worked at our local record store,he had just started his own tape label
These tapes had a massive effect on me,everyone else was listening to The Exploited, GBH etc but I had discovered Olho Seco,Tyveet Kade,Cólera,The Xpozez and Poison Idea .Also because of Andy's label and the fact he was pen friends with Jello Biafra our local record store was filling up with import singles and albums
These bands had a big effect on me ,they sounded harder and rougher than the uk82 stuff and they didnt look like everyone here in the UK.I saw black flag twice here in the UK and what I  liked the most was how much the audience hated em,same goes for when I saw the minuteman in Leeds as far as the audience  was concerned they didnt look like punks so they werent.
I spent alot of time hanging around in Leeds going to gigs
I was having the time of my life even managed to get a job with the local council as a gardener better than the dole ,got my own place with my  girlfriend,no more charging off allover the country ,well weekends only.
The Damned, I seemed to have spent 85-86 just going to see them ,it was their big time,captain had left and they were having hit singles and to be honest they were playing better than ever,Vanian was in charge and they were playing what they wanted and how ,probably my favourite period in their history,best one been the fan club only gig for their 10th anniversary in London a gig I will never forget

Just before that gig  I would see the Ramones on my 20th birthday ,the whole thing was just like the It's Alive album and is up there in my top 10 gigs.
Fucking hated that year,the girl I was living with was annoying the hell out of me she didnt wanna do the gig thing much whined at me if I was off out to see someone but the real reason was my dad was dying,terminal cancer at the age of 48yrs old,to say I was angry at the world was an understatement,my 21st comes and goes and my dad dies a month later.The grief I get at his funeral for the way I looked was unreal,cheers mum love you to. 
Still lets move on,bye girlfriend I cant do this any longer and let.s be honest your not that keen on me.
The soundtrack for this year was

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Well a new girlfriend and god she was cute ,a new flat which wasn't a dump and even though I had lost my job I managed to get one in a record shop,shit pay but it was my dream.
Gigs were back on the menu so we spent loads of time in Leeds/Bradford seeing stuff such like this
best gig of the year was Harry Crews in London

At this time I was listening to a steady diet of
I got into tape trading big time via adds in Maximum Rocknroll and Flipside,even trading stuff with Merle Allin.I built of a great network of contacts and traded every from badges, flyers. shirts.vinyl and tapes.It opened a massive door for me and loads more stuff to check out.Got this off the guitarist of Gutwrench from New York.
As the 80's came to an end I was on a pretty constant diet of American punk/noise/hardcore,I had pretty much given up on uk stuff,the Damned were doing original line up gigs [ie we need cash] and I was lost in my new world of Boston hardcore,New York noise etc,then off I go to see No Means No in Leeds supported by Pleasant Valley Children (who I do like) and one other band in the middle.Anyway Pleasant Valley Children
are great ,they played a blinding set so as the next band get ready I fucked off to the bar,all I hear is Good evening and the start of a guitar riff,I turn around amd on stage is a right odd looking bunch .
They got me hooked from the first song ,nothing before or since has had the same effect and I can't explain why,
Not since The Damned would a band have such a big effect on me ,I followed them like a lost soul ,bought every release ,saw every gig I could .From 1990-1993 they became my world ,the releases flowed and I lapped em up .
When they split in 93 I also split with my girlfriend .we had a great 6yrs together but we were falling apart at the seams and the real world was calling .I was convinced I had to grow up,jesus I was 27yrs old and all I had done was go to gigs and buy records,most of my mates had kids and decent jobs, a few even had mortgages but me... well a load of records and a couple of shitty part time jobs.
so 1994 would be the year I would change it all,I cut back on the gigs and music ,got a proper job,chilled out my appearance and tried to join the normal world .

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instead of make a long text and because i could write a lot of mistakes i ill make it short i started listening music with my parents like Motown artists soul music (still today i think is one of the best eras on music)

then in the early days (80´s) goes to shit like rock mainstream rock and pop
when i reach 13 14 and running i hit the floor i was  listening a lot to punk and metal mostly gbh sepultura
and related then in the (90´s) i meet vision of disdorder this band is inside of me as my company for all the bullshit that people r and do and i related so much with this band as the lyrics fellings and my life still today i feel strong feelings about this band I was looking for some orientation and this band just fit me
along with a lot of sweeden punk hardcore bands and some pop rock bands offspring pennywise and that stuff of course i listen to a lot of bands but these whore the key bands.
i never stayed only on one style  of music i think that is stupid but who do it i respect  but in the key moments with myself  punk was always there.
sure nirvana and some grunge too (forgot it)

today i listening everything that i like got no more "eras" that ones were gone.

hey,thanks for sharing....
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