Ooh boy, Examination of The… is coming to the Fireside Bowl. For some reason, I’ve been heading back to hardcore during the past week or two. Maybe Owlie and I will traipse to a show during the next month.
It’s sometimes difficult to connect with people who are completely unaware of punk or hardcore culture. Even though I’m not immersed in it anymore, the music and that time still means a lot to me. I recently met some people from San Diego, and so I babbled BLAH BLAH CRIMSON CURSE DOO DOO DOO SWING KIDS ROMULANS, only to receive blank stares in return. Then I felt like an arse.
So you know, I tried to explain what the subculture was, but it was so difficult. I talked about fests, and one person thought I meant something like Coachella. I didn’t know how to describe the feeling of being eighteen and having the world constrict to a church basement with some kids watching other kids screaming their lungs and life out. Maybe that’s just it: who can explain the way your heart threatened to burst at eighteen, doing anything, anywhere?
Now, if you’ll excuse me, it is time for some light German dance-pop.