autobiographical nonsense
posted by Villain at 3:28 PM
Bad Religion - Yesterday
Screaching Weasel - Punkhouse
So i've already told you all about the first time i, at the tender age of 11, walked to Records West at the mall and bought my very first cassette tape (Poison "Look What The Cat Dragged In" - i know ... my taste has gone downhill ever since.) i was probably wearing my favorite batman t shirt. at that time it likely didn't have too many holes in it. i would have been wearing my black vans half-cabs and possibly shorts (this was before i got self conscious about my legs being to skinny, and even probably before i got slapped with braces).
braces are like handcuffs for your mouth. before i got them, i always thought they looked cool on the older kids. then once they actually had them, i understood that it was that they were older and almost anything they did would seem cool to me. and as it turned out, trying to change the shape and direction of what is basically BONE doesn't fell cool at all. especially in your mouth. this is really a cheap digression since the braces phase of my life only lasted about a year and change. but it's a set up for the fact that i was definitely not at all cool. unaccepted by even the flaccid, overprivileged hebrew school kids i grew up with.
right about here, i could launch into the long, LONG version, or cut to the chase and say that the first music i ever LISTENED to - like studied the lyrics, paid close attention to the song meanings, waited for the concert, nearly pissed my pants while being driven to the gig (i was 14) at the palladium in hollywood was Bad Religion. analytical punk rock. also sometimes referred to as thesaurus rock. which maybe tells you a little bit about how my vocabulary got to it's current state.
anyway, my punk rock slowly degraded from Bed Religion - totally legit, accepted punk act - into totally ridiculous power pop punk of screeching weasel, the queers, the muffs, nofx... the intentionally stupid, meaningless stuff.
eventually i branched out towards more macho stuff like danzig and the cult, but my tastes didn't change much until i took a dive into folk and indie rock type stuff like guided by voices, modest mouse, built to spill, gerladine fibbers and elliot smith (before the whole good will hunting thing). but before any of that could happen, these two artists - bad religion and screeching weasel - basically account for 2 or 3 years of my life, and completely changed the course of the remainder.
Screaching Weasel - Punkhouse
So i've already told you all about the first time i, at the tender age of 11, walked to Records West at the mall and bought my very first cassette tape (Poison "Look What The Cat Dragged In" - i know ... my taste has gone downhill ever since.) i was probably wearing my favorite batman t shirt. at that time it likely didn't have too many holes in it. i would have been wearing my black vans half-cabs and possibly shorts (this was before i got self conscious about my legs being to skinny, and even probably before i got slapped with braces).
braces are like handcuffs for your mouth. before i got them, i always thought they looked cool on the older kids. then once they actually had them, i understood that it was that they were older and almost anything they did would seem cool to me. and as it turned out, trying to change the shape and direction of what is basically BONE doesn't fell cool at all. especially in your mouth. this is really a cheap digression since the braces phase of my life only lasted about a year and change. but it's a set up for the fact that i was definitely not at all cool. unaccepted by even the flaccid, overprivileged hebrew school kids i grew up with.
right about here, i could launch into the long, LONG version, or cut to the chase and say that the first music i ever LISTENED to - like studied the lyrics, paid close attention to the song meanings, waited for the concert, nearly pissed my pants while being driven to the gig (i was 14) at the palladium in hollywood was Bad Religion. analytical punk rock. also sometimes referred to as thesaurus rock. which maybe tells you a little bit about how my vocabulary got to it's current state.
anyway, my punk rock slowly degraded from Bed Religion - totally legit, accepted punk act - into totally ridiculous power pop punk of screeching weasel, the queers, the muffs, nofx... the intentionally stupid, meaningless stuff.
eventually i branched out towards more macho stuff like danzig and the cult, but my tastes didn't change much until i took a dive into folk and indie rock type stuff like guided by voices, modest mouse, built to spill, gerladine fibbers and elliot smith (before the whole good will hunting thing). but before any of that could happen, these two artists - bad religion and screeching weasel - basically account for 2 or 3 years of my life, and completely changed the course of the remainder.
