I recently attended a punk rock show. Like most shows it was a band I never heard of. I’m standing there listening to the band and watching kids much younger and angrier than myself dance and scream along. I sat back and thought to myself, “punk isn’t dead it’s just moving on to another generation.”
I still have a lot of the same ideals when I was young. I don’t wear the uniform anymore. But I still have the heart and feelings.
Punk isn’t dead in my life it’s just grown up and camouflaged into the mainstream. In me it’s hidden in the form of being a husband, paramedic, firefighter. But every now and then I find myself running in a circle pit wailing my arms around like a fucking mad man screaming along…
Punk is far from dead, the uniform has just moved to a new generation. The old generation has just infiltrated the system and we’re fucking shit up in our own way.