They were always saying that to me, yet I never did... I watched the punks and metal heads that once surrounded me slowly leave the scene, for careers in nursing, blue collar work or prison. It was sad... however it was always about the music
A new generation of youth came along. I would sometimes hear them whispering things like "...who's the narc?..." while I sat in the corner reading a book between bands. The curious ones I liked... The souls that could really grasp the concept that I've been going to see live bands for over thirty years. A few would stop and buy a me pint in trade for an interesting tale.
It was somewhat entertaining to watch this new generation also move on. They "...grew-up..." got married had children, and a new punk with a fresh mall purchased Exploited T-shirt took a place in line a the show. There I was again "...the narc..." reading my book between sets. Some nights I felt like I was looking in from the outside. Watching people partake in hurtful and stupid mating games or alcohol and substance abuse. Most nights I watched people having a hell of a lot of fun.
The camera and Dead City Photography allowed me to still be a part of the so called scene. Proudly stating that yes I'm a voyeur and some of you are really interesting and amazing people that I wanted to capture and document for the world.
Last night I went out to see Knifehammer play at The Red Garnet. It's been a very long time since I've been to a show. Married life, Debt, Children, the blue collar job, I grew up??? just pick your favorite excuse... It's been so long since I've been out I really didn't know what to expect... Should I bring my book I wondered before leaving?
Cheers... hope to meet you at a show soon.