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“Do what you want and not what other people tell you” – The motto of all punk generations gone by. Well, I’d call myself a punk but I still go to bed when my mum tells me to! So how do you define a punk in the year 2001? Call me jaded, but in my opinion, you’re judged on how baggy your jeans are, and how many bands you can name-check. I’m 17 years old and I’ve spent the last 3 years of my life immersing myself in the Birmingham punk scene- I’ve been to all the shows, supported all the bands, been to all the punk places. Well, on the outside, I’m no more punk than any other guy with a NOFX T-shirt and trousers that are too big for him!
I’m not really sure what I’m trying to say. This is a lament I suppose. I miss the feeling of being different, the way in which the scene made me feel special. I wish there was still a sense of community to being punk. Punks used to be united through their beliefs and ideals, now we’re united through the size of our trousers! Punk will still be around when the kids have got over their new found obsession with overly large clothes but I’m not sure what state it’ll be in…it won’t be good, that’s for sure.
Punk, R.I.P
