Oooooh, the hate mail is coming in. Ok, it's only two emails, but the dudes of hardcore are pissed. BOTH OF THEM are incensed, nay, livid over my Reader mini-pc. about the hardcore fest. They said I am totally not part of the scene (now?ever?), and that all 532 words were a slap in the face of hardcore. One suggested I instead write about "crappy bands like Pink & Brown and Xui Xui" (sic). He goes on to suggest that I can drone and complain that punk is dead all I want (Did I? I hope not, because then I am totes out of a job) but they "know the truth". I started reciting Tragedy lyrics and showed them a picture of me with Felix Von Havoc at a Bloodline show in 1990 and whimpering "please, please, I swear, I'm true til death! " and they finally laid off.
I mean, really, for me, the relieving truth in all of this is that hardcore, the dudes of hardcore and their holy dogma has not changed. Ever!Posted by Jessica at April 2, 2005 11:09 AM | TrackBack