Now that I've been at this playlist thing for more than a year, I thought I'd take this opportunity to mix things up ever-so-slightly, and swap out the event promo for some navel-gazing about how I'm not really very punk anymore and how I never really was in the first place. Pursuant to that bit of nonsense, I've dedicated this week's playlist to an assortment of punk/hardcore/punk-related music from the archive that I've found myself enjoying throughout my time as a sentient human listening to music made in Indiana. It's all great. It all hints my brain in the direction it first headed when, at 13, I realized I was allowed to start my own band.
In that playlist there's Black Recluse, who I reviewed for this very blog. And there's the Coke Dares, whose Jason Groth I even managed to talk to for a minute. There's Prizzy Prizzy Please, who I saw shred up a basement on Wylie one time when I wasn't old enough to get into a bar. There's the Dancing Cigarettes who I dove deeper into becuase of Popular Ego and their covering. And there's more great great stuff, not just more on this playlist, but more in the archive. More even than I know about, I'll bet, becuase my little skull is finite and stuff is always leaking out anyway.
If you'd have asked me in middle school if I was punk or not, I would've probably said yes. The other day I got up extra early so I could go to the gym before heading to a wedding where I had been hired to play "Blackbird" by The Beatles on an acoustic guitar. As the bride walked down the aisle, she looked at me sidelong and mouthed, "Hey dude, you gonna be in the pit later?" and I didn't know what to say. Life is weird. Support the scene. Buy a seven inch.
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