My friends sometimes call me the Grandma because I'm so square, but I love punk rock--or really punk rockers. They stand for everything I'm not: outrageous, loud, crazy, angry-- all with crazy hair mind you. I loved them in school [Jr. High] I would listen to their conversations in the halls, me in my little preppy sweaters and penny loafers. Inside, I was the girl with screaming pink hair and black eyeliner. I would pay attention to the kids with the band names on their jackets Circle Jerks, Bad Religion, Fear, Black Flag and wonder what they were like.
In highschool, I took art with some of these kids. They are really talented and misjudged as a whole. They slowly let this square, little girl into their circle and told me stories of parties and shows from the weekends prior. They always said they would come pick me up if I wanted. Somehow I knew... my parents who already had me under lock and key, would not find it humorous when 6 punk rock boys in a beat up VW van came to pick me up for a saturday night on the town. I never got to go with them. I know that they would have taken care of me had I gone -- they appreciated my innocence or took me on as a pet project, I'm not quite sure which.
Still, Punk Rock holds fond Jr high and Highschool memories for me. Henry Rollins is in fact my ever steady punk rock boyfriend. I emailed him while he was djing his radio show a couple years ago to tell him I still had a crush on him after all this time. He actually replied and I have it somewhere stashed. Because you better know that when I got that I jumped up and down and ran through my office yelling Henry!! ahhh school girl crushes never fade.
American Hardcore opens this week documenting the Hardcore Movement that began in Los Angeles during those years [1987 grad- thank you]. Just think about it my mom had Elvis and the Beatles as her era. I got to have Black Flag and Fear as the music that changed everything--OK, I'll throw Madonna in there too for the Grandma in me.