Silence Isn't Golden

...After I wrote my last post I was feeling down—actually, more frustrated than anything. Having a feeling of despair over the possibility of having few, if any, people give a shit about my small voice in a world of 6.5 billion people and 30 million blogs isn’t enjoyable, but then I reconsidered. I reconsidered my frustration after thinking of the “so what?” attitude of punk music in the late-1970s.

...When I say “punk music” I’m referring to the real punk stuff that actually had meaning in their lyrics—the Dead Kennedys, TSOL, Minor Threat, Fugazi, Verbal Abuse, GBH, DRI, et al. Don’t mistake any of this stuff with Green Day, Sum 41, Blink 182, The Used, or any other band that is rebelling against…um…uh…well, I’m not sure against what they’re rebelling.

...These pioneering bands didn’t shoot for popularity; they went for substance. Likewise, if only a few people read this blog, so be it. I’d rather vent and not be heard than know that I didn’t say anything at all.