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Daytona Beach News Journal. November 2005. A small feature on a former band, that had recently put out a new musical offering of social and global politics, and personal struggles. I forgot my kangol hat in the car. But rest assured, I did have a sheet of carboard and schooled that inexperienced photographer. If he only kept the shutter snapping. #oldethicshardcore #youknowicantlivewithoutmyradio

Daytona Beach. 2010. Sometime in February. The old man was given a couple minutes to revive his vocals chords. A punk rock relay race, he was handed a microphone and given two minutes to remember an old song from another band. Some of the words were just incoherent verbal scrabble. A shouting blathering in it's most rhythmic form. A seemingly vocal approval from those in attendance, the old man felt reborn. It was all in a sudden instance that a couple hundred shows, thousands of miles, and late rent payments all came flooding back. Every show, every mile, every eviction notice, all in the name of personal glory. If you ask me, I wouldn't have lived any other way. #fortitude #oldethicshardcore #neversaynever

Fortitude. March. 1999. Orlando,Fl. A year and a half into this venture dubbed "The 'Tude", we danced with a weird momentum that was handled improperly. Heads grew, attitudes formed, and our groove was troubled. Blame what I will, we still had fun. A bleach blonde, bead wearing, X'd up blow hard, making mid 20's choices in a 30's world. Songs that rhymed and made "typical" sense, yet sometimes alienated myself. Blame who I will, we still had fun. On this particular day, I went through the physical motions, sang the same "anthems", and left with the older, more seasoned punk rock queen. A 10 year older, complete with programmed youngsters. A guy in his mid 20's, wanting to be older, and not having the social maturity to be part of anything adult. I blame only myself, but I still had fun. #fortitude #oldethicshardcore #neversaynever

November 2010 A night of celebrating a band's longevity, and friends long gone. There was no other way to do it. A handful of bands with a roomful of friends. The old man, just a few years into fatherhood, had to dust off the 'ol shout hole, and give his aging body another shot. Never say never #oldethicshardcore #floridahardcore

Fortitude. July 1998. Daytona Beach, Fl. Summer of 98, we piled into a rental van and hit the road. Barely a demo, only a few shirts, and some vacation time accumulated, big dreams took control. We wanted to go fucking everywhere. We went barely a week from NY and through KY and MO . We linked with Kill Your Idols in KY, after a near fatal show in NJ (our drummer messed up his knee, shredding a bowl at Casino Skate Park). The KY and MO shows were the saving grace of the tour. This shot was taken after a blazzing show in Daytona, at the old church. Hometowns kids with hometown pile ons and sing alongs. In an era of pointed fingers, it was a miracle noone lost an eye. With this picture, I think of an old phrase, "Never say never". With some crossed fingers, just waiting on a Yes or No. Never say never. #fortitude #oldethicshardcore #bringitallback #floridahardcore #ripmikearonson