Dear Punk Rock,
You have been a savior to many adolescents who often carry a love (or at least a fondness) for you into adulthood. Your rebelliousness, high energy, and openness is gleaned from rock, but you take it to another level. The energy is higher and borders on that childlike chaos we all enjoy as kids bouncing around in our bedrooms with our friends. The rebelliousness crosses even the bounds of rock. You don’t try to hide those things we’re not supposed to talk about in metaphor- you scream them outright. You let teenagers who feel dispossessed, hopeless, outcast, goofy, and unloved know they’re not alone. They’re not the only ones; and it’s okay to be angry, to be different, to let it all out. And unlike most top 40 rock music, you tell kids it’s okay to be smart and/or dumb. You talk about politics, about how your parents piss you off, about how messed up the world seems. In short, you talk about things more meaningful than sex and drugs, but you also know how to have fun. You can talk about sex, drugs, and just being goofy too.
Those things being said, as a thirty something, an age dreaded by punks and hippies alike as the age of the establishment, I have realized something about punk rock I would never have expressed or even realized in my adolescence. Punk rock, you are full of shit my friend. In doing so much good for the frustrated teenagers of the world- all the things I mentioned previously- you also lie to them. You fuck with their heads and emotions. You beckon kids in with the energy and freedom, and then you try to force punk fascism on them. You’re as ruthless and elitist as any clique in high school or political party you rail against. What am I talking about?
To be accepted into the ranks of the punk cool you have to dress a certain way. You have to talk the right way. You have to drop the right band names, the more obscure the better. You have to be friends with the right people. You have to deny anything deemed uncool by the punk righteous or be shunned and mocked. At least Star Trek Trekkies realize they’re a little goofy. Most of them are kind and welcoming. Punks often take their idiosyncracies seriously and have egos to match Led Zeppelin, although they consider that band uncool. I grew up in a rural area with no true punks, so I never felt the full effects of punk elitism. Yet, in my thirtysomething wisdom I now see it for what it is.
When I was wearing out a cassette copy of the Sex Pistols’ Never Mind the Bullocks,I was wearing out Aerosmith’s Get Your Wings and Toys in the Attic. I loved both bands, and if anyone told me I could not truly appreciate or like The Sex Pistols unless I absolutely hated bands like Aerosmith, I would have titled my head, scrunched my eyebrows, and made the confused dog sound. Why not? I admit Minor Threat was great. Sonic Youth was/is amazing, but I was also listening to Guns and Roses, Jane’s Addiction, and The Cult because I liked something about all of those bands. I saw Sid and Nancy and thought the Sex Pistols’ punk posturing was just as fake and dumb as the rock posturing by Axl Rose in his ”glam sucks” leather pants with his hair teased. But the music of both bands moved me as a teenager, and that’s what mattered. I didn’t give a shit about the rules of punk rock. I didn’t realize music came with rules.
I graduated high school in 1991, the year punk broke as Sonic Youth says. Nirvana became the most respected band in the country a few months after I got my diploma. Kurt Cobain wrote in his journals that while he was in Olympia, Washington trying to garner the respect of the Northwest trendsetters, he constantly felt fake. He writes that he always had to pretend to be smarter and cooler in order to fit in with the punk crowd. Kurt definitely liked punk music, but he also liked the Beatles. His first concert was Sammy Hagar. One of the next concerts he saw was Judas Priest. He wanted to be on a major label and have a big drum and guitar sound. If any of this got out, he would have been laughed at and instantly uncool according to the punk fascists. He wrote one of the greatest albums of all time, but was worried about what the punk elite (people who never did anything half as creative) thought of him. He had to lie to the press and his friends to keep his punk cred.
I wonder how many kids in cities or suburbs where there are punk gurus (the equivalent of the quarterback in the high school jock clique) are deathly afraid they’ll say the wrong thing or wear the wrong jeans or t-shirt. Where will they fit in if the rebellious, open, and liberal punks will not have them anymore? Punk rock, you hypocritical poser asshole. You fake. You claim you represent the rebellious youth, freedom from the tyranny of cookie-cutter America, and pure energy; but you sucker kids into an oppressive, immature dystopia. That’s why you’ve been taken over by corporate record companies. That’s why you’ve become what you hate. You forgot that the music is what matters, not your homemade t-shirts and thrift-shop jackets. Now look at you- you’re emo.
Sincerely,
W. Knut
