hardcore
i just got done watching “american hardcore” which is a documentary about punk music from’80-’86. i think this is the first documentary that has taken me back to my jr. high days. the previous sentence makes me sound more awesome than i was. in 8th and 9th grade i wanted nothing more than to be a skater. no human being in my mind was as cool as a human being on a skateboard.
i liked everything thing about the skater lifestyle: the boards, the tricks, the clothes, the community and most definitely the music. my love for punk/hardcore began when i moved to bryan, texas with my mom. this was just after my mom and “birth” father had split and was the 5th move in as many years. i underwent a life change during those two years in bryan. i discovered and embraced my individuality. i started dressing the way i wanted which included a hairstyle that stood about 2-3 inches up from my head. this lifestyle change, along with the recent move, left me without a friend group. i eventually fell in with the skater kids. they included me not necessarily out of a coolness factor but more of an acceptance of my individualty. my clothes, hair, music (joy division, new order, depeche mode, cure, echo and the bunnymen) identified me as a new waver. what i got into as i hung out with this new crew was a much harder type music.
these guys introduced me to bands like black flag, bad brains, and circle jerks. i grew very fond of this music and readily added it to my collection. [now what you may not know, and is important to note, is that my mom was very overbearing (when she was around). her mennonite upbringing was past on through her parenting and there were certain things that were and were not allowed. examples of things not allowed: make up, dating, i could only hang out with friends, or at friends houses, in moderation, no one could come over and no hard music. things allowed/tolerated: my offbeat clothing, hair, and music, going to church, church activities/trips if the church picked up the tab, doing lots of work and having minimal fun.] my mom kept tabs on who i was haning out with and what music i was buying. she thought hanging with the skaters was a ticket to nowhere/hell and there was no was in the world i would ever be allowed to buy bad brains or circle jerks. at this point i had been working on her for at lest a year to buy beastie boys ill communication album.
the two rules i broke consistently in my 8th and 9th grade years was having people over and listening to “inappropriate” music. during these two years i lived in a house directly across the street from school. my mom was a nurse and her schedule was crazy. on the days she worked 7am-3pm she was already out of the house by the time i got up and on the days she worked 11 pm to 7 am she wouldn’t make it home until well after 8 ’cause she always had a shit load of charting to do. so my friends would come over before school and hangout a couple of times a week. the way i got around my hardcore music dilemma was the awesomeness of the mix tape. all of my friends were eager to share their music and made me tapes. so while i couldn’t listen to them in my stereo i could listen to these tapes at home and on church trips in the wonderful world of my sony walkman.
“american hardcore” has tickled me into what i think will be a reunion with sme of the music of my youth.