While it's true that I do sometimes feel a bit disconnected from my teenage counterparts I still get enough out of this music and the scene that surrounds it to keep me involved. Every tour I go on I'm bound to meet at least one person that I connect with and am soon able to consider a good friend. Every time I do a show for a touring band and I see the same look in the eyes of the kids that are so excited to be singing along to this band that they love I am instantly taken back to my younger years when that elation was mine. I am also still able to find new favorite bands every few months or so, and to be able to say that after over 15 years of listening to this music is a pretty
amazing feat in and of itself.
What I hope to offer with this column is a look into what the punk scene is still able to do for people like me. People who weren't accepted into, or didn't want to be a part of, what the "cool kids" were doing. People who saw their parents killing themselves to survive in an economy that didn't care about them, working jobs they hated to be able to pay the bills and put food on the table. Kids who saw the "American Dream" for the fallacy it really is. Punk music and fashion may have been co-opted by mainstream corporations, like any good counter-culture eventually is, but there's still a spirit of rebellion buried deep beneath mountains of Hot Topic sales reciepts, Chips Ahoy television ads, and fauxhawk hair gel, and I still have hope that that spirit will once again show itself before its gone for good. Through my personal musings on the state of punk here in Baltimore and in the world in general, through interviews with young and older rockers alike, through record and show reviews, and through my own need to get some shit off my chest, I hope to present an accurate account of what's happening in today's ever splintering punk scene.
Punk's not dead, its just older and needs longer naps these days.