My First Punk Concert Essay

Thesis Paragraph: The Cold War was a period of time where there was political and military tension between the United States and the USSR. Punk rock bands had a lot to say about everything that was happening during this period of time. Including revolutionary changes or almost having a nuclear war and they expressed their thoughts through loud and fast songs. Punk rock was very popular in Britain and the United States but mostly Britain.

In late May 2015, a few friends of mine and my girlfriend made the decision to go to big festival of punk bands held inside of a shutdown high school that acts now as a performing arts center. Among these bands, there was a couple that I was beyond excited to see; Chunk, No Captain Chunk!, Real Friends, and most of all “Modern Baseball.” It was a full day festival of fun and excitement. In a hurry we bought tickets and began our wait for the day to finally come, trudging through the last few weeks of school.

“He [Pearson’s father] would freak out when he read the song titles to the cassettes that my friends and I would shoplift from the mall…He was certain that I’d become a Junkie if I listened to that kind of music. But with an alcoholic wife-beater father who didn’t give a shit about his son I was bound to avoid the cliched, nihilist aspects of punk culture” (Pearson 12).

I am fixing my hair, and humming along to a song I heard on the radio, when I hear the concert start. I heard the announcements begin and the lights go dim. There was people all around me. People tripped over cords or called out demands. Some had microscopic mics on their faces, some had been putting on makeup on.

My friends and I walk into a packed venue, and are immediately met by a young guy with shaggy brown hair and a skull hoodie, who holds up a white piece of paper with a hastily scrawled "$8" in the center. I pull out my worn wallet from the left pocket of my leather jacket. My hands strain momentarily to pull the snaps open, before my fingers find their way to my single worn 10 dollar bill. The man hands me two dollars in change and stamps my hand with a blue paw print, and I turn to face the stage. All the while a man has been screaming and singing on stage, not unpleasantly. The vibe of this crowd feels different from the normal one, rougher. They have a more hardcore look to them, and I've never seen Alexia's band play with one that yells, other than one time at a small coffee shop in which a single kid with an acoustic guitar spent twenty minutes strumming and screaming slam poetry into the mic, while my friend and I sipped iced vanilla lattes in the other room.

Music, in the past, has often spelled bad news to society at large. It can challenge norms and invoke a sense of hype in places that modern culture may be uncomfortable with, such as sex, sexuality, and drugs. Personally, when I think of punk music, I see a genre that stands to be individualistic, aggressive, and rebellious. Phrases such as ‘anti-establishment’ also come up. This notion comes from many aspects of punk subculture, including dress, music, performance, and my interpretations.

The wind tousled my hair around as I closed my eyes and took deep, shaky breaths. The faint sound of the crowd cheering upstage didn't help with my nerves, so, instead, I turned my ears to the delicate waves rolling up the beach. I opened my eyes and gazed out at the lake; now an open canvas for the golden sun which had began setting. Quietly, I plucked each string of my guitar- though I’d already tuned them several times. On the outside, I may have seemed ready, content, and excited; however, on the inside, no matter how tranquilizing the back stage scenery was, I was terrified to the core.

Punk music is usually defined by power chords, raw vocals and high energy performance. Punk rock is the best music ever created. It is, in short, a thinking man’s rock music. And to some, it’s like God himself ordained punk rock as His preferred music of choice. Why? Because it’s just that good. Hundreds of faithful teens and twenty-something adults pack themselves into basements shows like sardines in a tin, just to have their holy gospel delivered to them by guys with names like “Johnny Rotten,” “Justin Sane” or “Davey Havok.” Punk rock is the best musical style for numerous reasons. The reasons might seem simple, but the difference between punk and mainstream music is that punk is just better. It’s clever, thoughtful and passionate. On

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Punk rock is a rock music genre that developed between 1974 and 1976 in the United States, United Kingdom, and Australia. Rooted in garage rock and other forms of what is now known as protopunk music, punk rock bands eschewed perceived excesses of mainstream 1970s rock. Punk bands typically use short or fast-paced songs, with hard-edged melodies and singing styles, stripped-down instrumentation, and often political, anti-establishment lyrics. Punk embraces a DIY ethic; many bands self-produced recordings and distributed them through informal channels.

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Everyone belongs to a subculture and every subculture has their niche in society. To the untrained eye, mosh pits look like unruly fighting rings. The purpose of mosh pits, however, is not to hurt people, but rather to “release frustrations and celebrate music” (Clark par. 1). Mosh pits offer a place for people to express themselves in an appropriate manner and setting, which otherwise would not be considered fitting outside of the pit. In my course of studying the subculture of mosh pits, I grew to better understand their purpose and the emotions they give off.

The punk rock has always had an underground feel to it in Philadelphia and some would say most scenes have felt dry or dead. Wednesday was not you case as touring band, Barb Wire Dolls stopped through the city, performing at Kung Fu Necktie. Joining them were two local bands, Dr. Beardfacè and The Spacemen and Molly Rhythm. It was an electric night of the punk divas.

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