I wrote a recent diary about my late son and described an encounter we had with three "punks" (they were skinheads). In a very polite and civil way I was called out by a commenter on my use of the term "punk." I had completely, but unintentionally, dissed the entire punk rock genre and movement. I hadn't intended that definition of the term, and I appreciated the correction. I was also given a whole lot of homework to learn more about the music and the movement.
So, I've been investigating groups like the Dead Kennedys, the Sex Pistols and Black Flag. I'm no music critic - I just know what I like. So, here it is:
I know these bands began in garages. I can certainly relate to humble beginnings. I love a strong back beat. And I have no problem with simple chords. But please, please give me something delicious to go with them (like Roy singing Pretty Woman, or CCR doing SuzieQ).
I love true talent. Nobody will ever move me more than Janis Joplin did while pouring her heart out. Hearing Jimi Hendrix doing Red House or Little Wing is enough to make me cry (or go looking for the hubby for some lovin). Music? I give you Jethro Tull and Aqualung, Jimi's guitar, Eric Clapton, Johnny Winter.
How about lyrics? I grew up with Peter, Paul and Mary, Dylan, Guthrie, Baez and Collins. I danced and kissed listening to Aretha Franklin, Marvin Gaye, the Supremes and the Temptations. Have you heard the Allman Brothers? Eagles? Marshall Tucker? You can actually understand every word and sing along endlessly.
I'm pretty sure the Beatles were on the radio the first time I got high. I didn't always understand the meaning of the lyrics (why was he a walrus?), but at least I understood the lyrics.
Sorry my friend. But you just made me listen to incredibly loud noise, indecipherable screaming, and lyrics like "Let's Kill the Landlord." Something tells me that won't fix the faucet or make the roaches go away.
For what it's worth, I'll listen to your punk music all day before I'll listen to the current cadre of boy bands and most of the female pop clique.
And I do appreciate the advice. At least I was able to avoid the neo nazis. I also do very much relate to the rebellion, the anger, and the brutality on our streets. Oi! I also found out that my two nephews in Boston would very much like tickets to Dropkick Murphy in March.
I'd tag along but I'm obviously too old.