| MOncton Punk Scene -- RAnt By JAy Sperl |
| It's a Tuesday afternoon and walking home from school or down mainstreet you see a black and white photocopied flyer containing strange nonsensical words and crazy pictures in the background excitedly proclaiming a punk show some date soon , but not soon enough. Forrester's Hall seems the common location, six a common time and the day as sporatic as the weather. You look around excited to no one in particular, wait , maybe that man crossing the street, YES!!! There's gonna be a punk show! All of your freinds are gonna be there, all there for the same reasons, (well sort of) To listen to the music and have a good time !! (Some can insert getting trashed or baked in here-- all in good company however ^_^) Mosh pits, loud music, and sweaty .. sometimes sticky.. musicians, and of course, the fun activism merch provided by Nick at amlost every show. ... but wait.. something's missing . .. SOMETHING'S WRONG!!!!!!!!!!! You arrive at the door, bring your canned goods, and get a dollar off, (or just get that warm fuzzy feeling inside for doing something good?? ) and hang up your coat. The first band strikes up a chord or what not, and look desperatly into a crowd which is as disjointed as herd of intoxicated antelopes. People may stand about and tap their feet, bob their heads, whihch is all fine and dandy. I mean, the first band is getting every one used to 'loud music' getting everyone pumped with their youthful opening band enthusism. Second band goes up , instruments tuning, excitement building (in the few kids in the front that is) and as they begin to play, we have a mosh pit consisting of ....... two. Yea .. right .. TWO PEOPLE for the majority of the show !!! These two people have friends, who join in their enthusiasm, trying to make more of a mosh pit, just dancing having a good time. (Switching tenses) Granted, I adore just dancing away and letting the music take over my body as I slam into Brian like a parameceum, but ... remember when it wasn't just a mosh 'sprinkle' ? Remember when it was a mosh PIT??? Those were the the days flying was possible, those were the days you could fall down and not see sunlight because there were so many bodies and legs around blocking out every photon! And then, as suddenly as you'd fall, a million hands would appear to pull you back up again.. Oh yeah, and stage diving!! (It would help if there was a stage every now and again, but hey, all you need is a boost to crowd surf!) Kids, I remember a time when going to a show was like going to a huge party, where everyone was like family , the pit was like a frenzied energy where we all would meet , and the bands were the glue that stuck us all together, a common trait. (Or just the fact that is was fun live music, and all your friends would be there ) And hey, what better way to meet people ?!? I've made countless freinds through shows!! From the love of the mosh pit , to just the energy, and excitement about being there. Man, those were the days! But... those days seem far and few between now... There seem to be so many little cliques, and groups ... " no, I love to mosh , but I don't wanna for that group, they're too mellow ," .. or "They're too hardcore," or "I don't like the singer," or "He's from Tremble," or " she's a girl " or " He has f'aggy pants." WHAT THE FLAMING FUCK !?!? so now it's about discrimination?!? Seriously, people , ( Not to you hardcore 'every show enthusiasm' kids at the front all the time, or anything , you know who you are ^_^ *hugs*) What is the punk scene coming too ?? It used to be about good times, and it still is fun... but there's something missing... there' are division Lines popping up everywhere, and it really saddens me to think someone can't dance for Fadeout and the Dead Fucks. Or Sour Grapes and Moneen ... we need a revival ... a re--punkification ! REKINDLE GOOD TIMES !!!! I wanna fly again. MAKE MOSH PITS HAPPEN !! they can only happen with when the kids come out and support the punk scene. I know so many people who think back to those glory days, Hey, I remember the first time I fucked up my jaw !! Happy memories!! Bad Luck's last show! .. Forget these fucking petty differences, and be there for the scene . -- Hope to see you in the pit, Forever moshing, -- Julie |
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