Ugh.

Time for a grumpy old punk rocker rant.  Or not.  I've already bored myself.  I was sucking time on facebook and tried to post a "status report" but apparently it was 40 characters too long so it got deleted.  Asshats!

But anyways- I meant to say something like this:  I'm watching this "documentary" called Punk & Disorderly.  I'm not sure what the point is, aside from showing lots of footage of punk rock shows from the early 1990s primarily.  Which makes me feel really old because by then I was busy trying to cope with a junkie husband and raising an infant boy, and was taking a dozen or so years off of the punk scene after being immersed in it for 5+ years.  Yay.  The whole "I'm more punk and for longer than you" bullshit hype that I hated when I was 15 in 1987 and the older punks chastised me and lectured about how dead punk was.  Punk's not dead still, which is the point of this "documentary", I guess.  But now I'm the old bint curling my finger at the young rascals, asserting how much more important and amazing and powerful it was back in "my day".  Ugh.

I think the thing that annoys me more is that now I know a slew of younger cats, who are decent enough as far as humans go, but who are also so fucking entitled and spoiled and daft and think that being punk is being a drunken asshole and not giving a shit about other humans or about anything, really.  I guess that's what punk was for SOME people, but not anyone I ever gave two shits about.  My punk scene came from the poor, poverty stricken, undeserving and oppressed scum of the areas.  We scrambled on our bloody hands and knees, uphill both ways, until we found each other in the sweet sweet mountain valleys of punk rock valhalla, and we banded together in amazing political outrage over how shitty and bullshitty everything was.  We didn't have to dye our hair to be punk, or wear hot topic clothes, or have studded belts and leather jackets.  We just banded together as fellow outcasts.  Outcastes.  Yep.  We were HOLY, man.  HOLY.  You can't take that away.

Yep.  Okay- so a lot of the footage is also from the late 1980's.  Okay.  And much of it is great.  Dang it.

I sit corrected by the universe and my continued willingness to keep my eyes open and watch, regardless of my holy righteous indignation.  But still.  Dammit.  I'm getting old and grumpy.

Yeah.


Addendum:  Okay, so I now realize that the vast majority of the videos in the "documentary" were from the early-mid 1980's.  My bad.  Like I said- I'm a grumpy old arsehole.  Full of steam and piss and vinegar.  RIGHTEOUS vinegar, mind you, but still.