#posicore

Personally, I think it is some of the greatest music in the world. Take it as an exaggeration or as my wholehearted view on the matter, it’s probably both.

As far as the music itself, it combines the cathartic expression for views on politics, small towns, anarchy, and all the things that unite people of all backgrounds in a pit. Combine that release of emotion with the rhythms of reggae and skas island origins, rhythms that tap into some primordial part of your system that relaxes you into a hypnotic sway to a familiar beat. If you weren’t a dancer before you are now shocked at your body’s ability to dance a solid two step.

What I’m saying is with ska it is scientifically possible to dance away the depression and aggression. This listener will never turn a blind eye to music that makes my hips move and curses the current state of the world.

Then you have the people it attracts, like the older guys in shorts, flip flops tattoos with a beer in the back of the room bobbing their heads up and down to the riddims of their youth and the soundtracks they’ve lived their lives to. You have the the ska fashionistas. There is the zoot suiters, the riot girls in mod skirts, piercings, and blunt bangs, the skinny tie fedora crowd, the folks that just came from their day jobs and look like every day unsuspecting skankers. Punkers of all ages, and some little punks starting out their vests and finding their final evolution. This pit of people will shove you, elbow you, man handle you, and will pick you up if you fall, dance with you, sing your favorite lyrics so hard you end up with a shot voice that makes everyone obnoxiously go “Someone had a good time last night.” It’s like fuck off, but yes I did thanks for asking.

Ska hold some of my favorite memories.

The first time I played pro skater and NEEDED to know the entire soundtrack and base my personality off if it. Being slightly bummed by the realization that I wasn’t even riding the 3rd wave of ska but more like its last ripples.

The time I listed to mighty mighty bosstones (rip) in my headphones while I rode the swings at the county fair as the sun was setting. The combination of posicore lyrics and Birds Eye view of the small town I needed escaping from altering my brain forever.

The time I got punched really hard at Warped Tour skanking my little heart out in a bikini top, the shortest shorts I could find and my favorite vans. A first nose bleed in a pit with street light manifestos horns going off in the background was a bittersweet accomplishment.

Finding such humor or joy in the lyrics of some of the silliest songs when I couldn’t find it in other places. Especially when I needed that joy to just get out of bed that day or to make my life tolerable for 2:15 seconds more.