Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Monday, May 6, 2013

QCHC



This is what friendship looks like. 15 years later, we all could come together, support a friend, and make new memories. I am amazingly lucky to be a part of something like this, lucky to have people that I know I can always return to a friendship with, and really just be myself. There were hugs, tears, and a lot of laughter. I'm so happy to say I could be a part of a great benefit to raise some money for a really great woman. Her story is here, if you're so inclined.

It was a great trip into the past, and now it's time to make the future.

Photo credit: Michael Watson

Monday, April 1, 2013

Some of the Most Important Relationships of my Life

When I was fourteen years old I met Punk Rock. We never had formally been introduced, though had run into each other from time to time. I owned some random tapes and cds that had fast beats and vocals that sounded like yelling. I knew that I liked what I heard, but I didn't realize it had a name. 

In high school my older friends that had licenses (!!!!) would pick me up and take me down to a coffee shop that had a tiny back room. There I fell in love with loud vocals, fast riffs, and words about defying authority and doing what you want in life. I crushed on boys, I dyed my hair pink, I met bands that had seen both coasts before I had ever set foot in an ocean. Mostly, I found music that made me feel alive. I related, loved, hated. I felt. 

Punk Rock introduced me to Hardcore on a blind date at a show one night in that tiny back room. Hardcore was different, much more passionate to me. I immediately wanted to be as close as I could to Hardcore. I had never related to songs in such a way. Hardcore and I became inseparable. 

Sixteen years later I still have my relationships with both Hardcore and Punk Rock. They're always playing on my iTunes, or my choice on Youtube. I get caught at a stoplight screaming my brains out and using the steering wheel as a drum I still cannot keep rhythm to. I still advertise the bands I love on my chest, even in my tattoos. There are albums and songs that I need to survive feelings and situations to this day.