Act IV: Plan 9 aka primal

Think about the first time you heard your favorite song or band. just dwell for a momnet. good. now imagine you have MPD and have 10 different bands ann songs that fit each personality. i don't think i have MPD but i may. there are lots of songs and sounds that do what your favorite does for you. we are all like this in a little way. saturday night i heard the song again, the sound again.

the first punk album i ever owned was "anthems for a new suburbia" by the venerable fraidy cats. (let me say their illusion and glory only grows if you know G. J. T. and Z the A.) the first time i heard johnny rocket or broken surfboard i knew. like the first time you are gonna man up and kiss the girl. the first time you are gonna jump the ramp and nail it, i knew. it unraveled me and put me back together. the music spoke to me. to the primal in my soul. punk rock envelopes emotions i have that are touched by the visceral. deep things, dangerous, passionate things. and saturday night reminded me of the primal nature with in me. i am the dust of the earth and the breath of god and there is power there.

sometimes when you are warm for a long time you forget how much you need fire. i was blessed to play punk music for a long time. for a time, in two different groups, G. from the above and i played. Dero and FATF. but to observe G.'s new band along with C. P. and S. they brought me back to the flame. like a moth i was mesmerized. i almost couldn't contain myself when they broke into House of the Rising Sun. i swear i almost went up and did horrible indescribable things on the alter of punk rock. iggy pop and broken martini glass stuff. (there will be a slight break here for a reason to be disclosed when i finish)


PART TWO - Why Punk Rock?

So what is it about it, it floods my heart and veins. better than drugs. it gets into my system and rewires my brain. i know what punk rock is, i am not a punk rock warlord like G. is, i will never be. i accept this, i am something different, something i do not know. seriously punk rock has saved my life. ghoti hook, rancid, mxpx, 90 pound wuss, officer negative, ballydowse, i could literally list bands for about a page and a half. the fire of a thousand suns, your words, a river of a thousand tears. and you will taste the blood of your enemies. and then i saw you in my daughters eyes and now i cry the tears a father cries. mothers tell your children not to do what i have done. it's the story of my life.

i have seen the things of the kingdom of punk. i have been cut, stabbed, kicked, punched, bitten, bled, screamed, torn, rended, knocked down, sloshed, amped, plugged in and unplugged. all for you, all for you. punk is like my beloved country, my homeland. as we increase in globalization websites and music genres become the countries we live and die for. i have homes in many lands but the dirt in my jar comes from punk rock. take it if you dare.