Old School Punk
I just realized that it's 1:30 in the afternoon, and I have yet to write anything today. I hate to disappoint my groupies, so here's a little something.
Open mic was a bust last nite. Not enough comics showed up, but that was ok cuz I got home early for a change. My daughter was thrilled. Well, not really.
I'm sitting in my office today, listening to the Dead Kennedys. That brings back some memories. I used to be quite the 'punk' when I was younger. I had a mohawk and everything. Yes, I know how difficult it is to picture me with one, but trust me, it was there. My kids have a hard time believing it too.
I used to hang out in "Deep Ellum"when I was a teenager...but back then, it wasn't "Deep Ellum", it was just a couple of bars on Elm Street where you could drink all the beer you wanted for $3 and slam dance til you puked. (They call it 'moshing' now. I'm so old school.)
I remember seeing some cool shit down there, at the Twilight Room, The Theater Gallery and the Prophet Bar.
I saw the New Bohemians before they were famous. I saw the Butthole Surfers when only people in Dallas had ever heard of them. I saw the Circle Jerks and wondered where they got such a name. I was a little naive back then. :)
I saw a guy jump off the roof across the street from the Twilight Room - and live. He got right up and walked away. And I remember thinking, what kind of drugs does that guy have? I was certain that I didn't want any.
I saw skinheads beat the shit out of some guy and take his Doc Marten's.
I saw the cops beat the shit out of a skinhead because he flipped them off. And probably because he was a skinhead. Cops in Big D didn't much care for them.
Those guys, the skinheads, never bothered me. In fact, I was friends with quite a few of them, for quite some time. I always root for the underdog, the misunderstood people in our society, because apparently, I'm an idiot. No, I'm not a racist, and when I finally figured out what they were all about, I took off. (Did I mention I was naive?) They don't like it when you take off. You might know too much and tell the wrong people. But that whole business is a story in itself, and I'll get to that another day.
A couple of years later, when I wasn't hanging out downtown anymore, I saw a copy of "D" Magazine in a grocery store. There was an article by Skip Hollandsworth about the underground punk scene in Dallas. I picked it up and flipped through it - and saw pictures of all the people I used to hang out with. That was wild. I bought it, and I still have it.
Good times.
And finally, wow, you've gotta see this. Check out this link. Has to be one of the coolest things I've ever seen. Everyone has a secret...
http://postsecret.blogspot.com/
Open mic was a bust last nite. Not enough comics showed up, but that was ok cuz I got home early for a change. My daughter was thrilled. Well, not really.
I'm sitting in my office today, listening to the Dead Kennedys. That brings back some memories. I used to be quite the 'punk' when I was younger. I had a mohawk and everything. Yes, I know how difficult it is to picture me with one, but trust me, it was there. My kids have a hard time believing it too.
I used to hang out in "Deep Ellum"when I was a teenager...but back then, it wasn't "Deep Ellum", it was just a couple of bars on Elm Street where you could drink all the beer you wanted for $3 and slam dance til you puked. (They call it 'moshing' now. I'm so old school.)
I remember seeing some cool shit down there, at the Twilight Room, The Theater Gallery and the Prophet Bar.
I saw the New Bohemians before they were famous. I saw the Butthole Surfers when only people in Dallas had ever heard of them. I saw the Circle Jerks and wondered where they got such a name. I was a little naive back then. :)
I saw a guy jump off the roof across the street from the Twilight Room - and live. He got right up and walked away. And I remember thinking, what kind of drugs does that guy have? I was certain that I didn't want any.
I saw skinheads beat the shit out of some guy and take his Doc Marten's.
I saw the cops beat the shit out of a skinhead because he flipped them off. And probably because he was a skinhead. Cops in Big D didn't much care for them.
Those guys, the skinheads, never bothered me. In fact, I was friends with quite a few of them, for quite some time. I always root for the underdog, the misunderstood people in our society, because apparently, I'm an idiot. No, I'm not a racist, and when I finally figured out what they were all about, I took off. (Did I mention I was naive?) They don't like it when you take off. You might know too much and tell the wrong people. But that whole business is a story in itself, and I'll get to that another day.
A couple of years later, when I wasn't hanging out downtown anymore, I saw a copy of "D" Magazine in a grocery store. There was an article by Skip Hollandsworth about the underground punk scene in Dallas. I picked it up and flipped through it - and saw pictures of all the people I used to hang out with. That was wild. I bought it, and I still have it.
Good times.
And finally, wow, you've gotta see this. Check out this link. Has to be one of the coolest things I've ever seen. Everyone has a secret...
http://postsecret.blogspot.com/
posted by Jenn at
12:12 PM
9 Comments:
LOL.
It does burn. Burns like a bitch.
Bryce, lmao. I do love that movie too. I would do Edward Norton, totally. Here's another one for you to check out when you're bored: Surf Nazis Must Die. Saw it at the Inwood years ago and laughed my ass off. Very bad B movie about skinheads on a beach.
Sarah, I sat here and cried reading some of those cards. And I found one that sounded like me. That was scary.
Mc - I was one of the good kids, but I liked hanging out with the bad ones. :)
Here's one of my secrets:
I still drunk dial my ex-boyfriend. But he doesn't answer anymore. We broke up nearly 10 months ago. He's been over me for quite some time. Probably since about a year ago, lol. :)
psst....Here's a secret...
I would fuck ~*~Sarah~*~ based on nothing more than the way she looks in that little picture.
Hey! Where the Hell was there not enough comics at? I need to go there.
Laura, thanks, you are so sweet. I haven't felt very awesome lately, thanks for pumping me up. The old bf was pretty awful, I deserve better. And I will find it. Probably not until I'm famous, cuz I'm a little busy right now. ;)
Thanks to you too, Mc. Hugs. If I were a fish, I think I would be a Blow Fish. But not of the Hootie and the Blow Fish variety.
On the "Secrets" blog: If the 35-year-old straight guy has never come inside a woman, where'd he get all those orgasmic pictures from? Oh, wait -- they're problem from his personal collection, which is why he's never come inside a woman.
Sometimes the answer quickly follows the asking of the question.
Hi Doug! Maybe he's watched too much porn and thinks the 'money shot' is the only way to go?
Seriously, some of those made me cry. I'm such a girl. :)
You're so welcome! And thanks for stopping by.
All my comments are emailed to me, but sometimes I can't find which entry they're posted under. I liked the one you made earlier in reference to christianity. My feelings exactly.
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