How I discovered punk rock
I remember when I first discovered punk rock, at the age of fourteen. I was still attempting to locate who I was, what I wanted to be in life, and then bam. It came to me, like lightning in a bottle of punk rock.Â
It came to me through a documentary called The Other F Word, it was all about men in middle age who were lead singers of punk rock bands, going from saying fuck you to authority, to suddenly becoming that authority they so desperately attempted to ward off earlier in their youth.Â
Within that said documentary, I was exposed to the likes of Pennywise, Rise Against, NOFX, Bad Religion, Sex Pistols, Circle Jerks, Black Flag, etc.Â
And let me tell ya, after I finished the documentary and listened to the bands (religiously) I was a rebel with a cause. I walked up to my friend later that day, and told him, “I’m a punk!” He merely laughed it off, either thinking I was joking or was unaware of what that even was. I got a mohawk, wore this leather vest (later on upgraded to a denim vest with studs, patches, and spikes) which I put buttons on, and found whatever critical thinking books on changing one’s way of thinking, (and a few punk rock books here and there) when I could.
The music was fast, abrasive, angry; I hated the world, and it felt as though the world hated me; it was perfect, truly perfect.
I don’t know about any of you, but that documentary opened this door into a dimension I never thought possible; prior to it, I had no idea what punk rock was.
I became deeply rooted into it, like a spiderweb that entangled me.
I say, fuck yeah, to anyone who discovers it, and says, “Why the fuck didn’t I find this, last year!??!”Â
















