{"id":162658043,"date":"2026-01-21T07:14:22","date_gmt":"2026-01-21T12:14:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/?p=162658043"},"modified":"2026-01-21T09:19:41","modified_gmt":"2026-01-21T14:19:41","slug":"what-punk-rock-means-to-me-anyway","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/?p=162658043","title":{"rendered":"What Punk Rock Means (To Me Anyway)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\">\u201cPunk often desired to convey a message or tell a story, like folk and blues.\u201d &#8211; George Hurchalla, \u2018Going Underground: American Punk 1979-1989\u2019<\/h6>\n\n\n\n<p>Everyone wants to change the world, but people get bored easily. The songs are two minutes, and the music industry\u2019s eagerness to declare a trend dead doesn\u2019t even take that long. The Sex Pistols were a cynical creation of capitalism, and anyone who says real punk died before 1980 was always a poseur. The truth is, punk&#8217;s not dead, but the old generation always has to proclaim it dead and the new generation has to yell <em>punk&#8217;s not dead<\/em> and once you&#8217;re able to see this pattern repeat? You realize that whatever proclamations people are making, <em>you are still a weirdo who doesn&#8217;t fit and who people don&#8217;t really get<\/em>. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>For me, it\u2019s another instance of paraphrasing my good friend <a href=\"https:\/\/southernreviewofbooks.com\/2023\/03\/15\/not-abandon-but-abide-hannah-cohen-interview\/?fbclid=IwAR35u67RVLGJX3ZGYEBCd_FgLd6jP-MPgtFvM2zFL9od5AFKGa475fVXFd4\">Hannah Cohen<\/a>: punk is how I engage with the world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/image-2-1024x1024.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-162658044\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/image-2-1024x1024.png 1024w, https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/image-2-300x300.png 300w, https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/image-2-150x150.png 150w, https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/image-2-768x768.png 768w, https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/image-2-1536x1536.png 1536w, https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/image-2-1320x1320.png 1320w, https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/image-2.png 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">I have been saying the pledge this way since before I lived in Chicago which is another way of saying I have been saying the pledge this way for over half my life (credit: I&#8217;m sorry Mike and Hefe and Smelly and Melvin I have no credit I copy\/pasted this from the internet please get in touch if you&#8217;d like me to take it down or be on my podcast)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>There\u2019s a bridge-blower\u2019s attitude at work, here. Punk means always being able to say \u201cfuck this, I\u2019m not part of this.\u201d That\u2019s how I felt at age 15, in the lead up to the Iraq War, the specter of having to mail in my selective service card looming. That\u2019s how I feel now, as &#8220;being willing to use GenAI&#8221; becomes a minimum requirement for having a corporate job. Speaking of jobs, I\u2019ve honestly never felt like I belonged anywhere. In service jobs, I worried people could smell the stink of \u201cdoctor\u2019s son, private college\u201d on me. In corporate jobs, I couldn\u2019t make myself care about promotions or overlook the fact that a company motto (\u201cmake our website a daily habit\u201d) sounded like a drug dealer. I tried really hard to fit into corporate stuff\u2014I write a great email, I say yes to things, I am generally willing to participate in team-building activities\u2014but then I realized that none of that shit saves you from layoffs. Plus, becoming a dad really makes it hard to care about corporate culture. Shit, when Mallory got pregnant, I couldn\u2019t even make myself excited for team happy hours, and I was a <em>drunk<\/em> drunk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><a href=\"https:\/\/commons.wikimedia.org\/wiki\/File:DrunkPunk.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"960\" height=\"720\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/image-3.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-162658045\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/image-3.png 960w, https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/image-3-300x225.png 300w, https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/image-3-768x576.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 960px) 100vw, 960px\" \/><\/a><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">portrait of the poet (credit: Wikimedia Commons, <a href=\"https:\/\/commons.wikimedia.org\/wiki\/File:DrunkPunk.jpg\">Staffan Vilcans<\/a>)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Punk is a place where anyone can belong. Provided they\u2019re not a huge piece of shit or a Nazi<sup data-fn=\"6e2f0d7a-03c5-4d01-be20-31cc66d503a5\" class=\"fn\"><a href=\"#6e2f0d7a-03c5-4d01-be20-31cc66d503a5\" id=\"6e2f0d7a-03c5-4d01-be20-31cc66d503a5-link\">1<\/a><\/sup>. You can be Black, Latine, Asian, Indigenous, Irish, gay, trans, a cross-dresser, a quadruple amputee, a cartoon goth, a skater, Christian, or whatever else. You just can\u2019t be fake, and you have to be nice to people. Even if you\u2019re throwing bows at each other in the pit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The pit, somewhat famously, is one of the first places you learn about punk\u2019s altruism. Everywhere I\u2019ve been, people help each other out in the pit. I know it\u2019s not the same with every scene, I know there are some real looking for a fight motherfuckers out there. Just wasn\u2019t the case where I\u2019ve been, though. In fact, the Murfreesboro scene really started to alienate me when it shifted to metal\/djent, because I viewed slam dancing as a way to selfishly colonize the pit. No one can stand within 10 feet of the band if someone\u2019s windmilling their fists and blindly karate kicking. That\u2019s individualistic. A bunch of people pogoing and pushing one another though? That\u2019s camaraderie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>There has to be a mutual aid component to punk. You have to be agitating for the revolution. Food Not Bombs is punk. As DOA said, TALK-ACTION=0. The Clash going to Jamaica was a mixed bag, but \u201cRock Against Racism\u201d was and is a necessary platitude. No Eric Clapton-style xenophobia, no hair metal-style hedonism (read: no raping minors and then bragging about it in song).\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Ever since reading it, I can&#8217;t stop thinking about Michelle Cruz Gonzales and the story of Spitboy not only using thrifted tees to screen print their merch on, but being so committed to screen printing that they&#8217;d even do it on the road. Also the Spitboy story of someone telling them to &#8220;shut up and play or spread your legs&#8221; and Michelle bounding over the drum set, looking to fight whomever was in the crowd, people holding her and the rest of the band back, the band all crying from rage, everyone working to kick that asshole out. Nothing <em>good<\/em> about that happening at a gig, but a willingness to fight has to be a necessary response or else you&#8217;ll be walked all over for the rest of your life (by this defination, Democrats are the least punk rock people to ever exist).  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Again, punk is not perfect. No one lives up to this bullshit. Still, I like the vague creed. I grew up Christian.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"960\" height=\"720\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/image-4.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-162658046\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/image-4.png 960w, https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/image-4-300x225.png 300w, https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/image-4-768x576.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 960px) 100vw, 960px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/?p=146886450\">MxPx had songs<\/a> called &#8220;Punk Rock Show&#8221; and &#8220;Do Your Feet Hurt&#8221; and in the latter they sincerely talk about Heaven and these two songs absolutely defined high school for me (credit: Wikimedia Commons, <a href=\"https:\/\/commons.wikimedia.org\/wiki\/File:MXPX_concert.jpg\">markheybo<\/a>)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>One thing I\u2019ve been introduced to since growing out of <em>being in the scene<\/em> that really reminds me of punk is small press literature. Particularly small press poetry. I remember sitting in workshop one time and Josh saying \u201csure, in fiction, you can have a career, but poetry, you don\u2019t have to play the capitalist game.\u201d Josh didn\u2019t talk about anti-capitalism much. He did, however, make us make zines (excuse me, chapbooks) for our final every semester. He did make us buy 8-10 small press books every semester. He did make a tour documentary about Califone.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>One time, I described my love for small presses to Brendan, telling him I didn\u2019t want to even think about an agent or Big Five publishing until I had a few small press books. I probably said something about artistic integrity, people doing it for the love of the game, more or less everything I just wrote. \u201cYou\u2019re describing punk rock,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I <em>do<\/em> happen to think the small press scene is punk rock. Another definition of punk, though, is accidentally booking a show at a Nazi bar and opening with a cover of &#8220;Nazi Punks Fuck Off.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Green Room - nazi punks\" width=\"790\" height=\"444\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/jQkrukDvdcU?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Here\u2019s something Hanif Abdurraqib said in Reaghan Buchanan\u2019s <em>Secret History Of Black Punk<\/em> zine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>\u201cI think there are as many ways to define punk as there are people who have immersed themselves in it, or people who have, for a moment, found themselves looking for community among a sea of people who, perhaps, did not look like them. And so I imagine punk as an internal engine first. The thing that blooms out of being on the outskirts of the outskirts. Everyone imagines themselves as harder to understand than they actually are, and I always felt like punk was a way for me to perform that in a way that wasn&#8217;t as absurd as I felt on the inside.\u201d &#8211; Hanif Abdurraqib, interviewed for \u2018The Secret History Of Black Punk\u201d by Raegan Buchanan<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Let\u2019s give the last word to George Hurchalla. Here\u2019s an amazingly prophetic passage:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>&#8220;We all learned to live with the nuclear threat, and shunted it away to the dark recess of our minds. I had a violent hatred of Reagan as a teenager, partly due to a teenager&#8217;s overblown feelings about everything but mostly to do with a reaction to the insanity, the collection delusion, that he was leading the country into. The mindlessness of people in backing the gutting of our social services and education systems in favor of tax cuts, of supporting huge military buildups and violent intervention all over the world in the name of anti-communism, running up huge government deficits, selling off the future of our country so Wall Street could make a quick buck&#8230;all clouded behind a veneer of &#8216;rugged individualism&#8217; and &#8216;the American way.&#8217; I couldn&#8217;t stand to see a nation of people buy into something so transparent, and this feeling all targeted itself personally on Ronald Reagan. (My teenage rage and all of these evils have since been replicated, with terrorism substituting for communism as the new bogeyman, so there apparently was nothing overblown about my sentiments then.) My feelings were tied to a sense of the country veering off in a direction it could never return from. In that future, there could never be a chance of my beliefs ever being treated as anything but part of the lunatic fringe. The music I liked so much would be marginalized more than ever. This was the kind of vague consciousness that gave rise to the fervency of the DIY spirit. Ironically it was people most disenfranchised with the supposed new way of Reagan&#8217;s rugged individualism that were the only ones in the country really practicing it. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>&#8220;Knowing that no one would ever put out our records for us, no managers would set up tours for us, no night clubs would open their doors to us, no radio stations would play our music, and that the situation would only get worse, a generation of punks took the steps necessary to have our voices heard the best we could. We created our own record labels, even if it was just to record the music of your own band and no one else. We built an underground network of sympathetic people and places that bands could play, constantly improvising to keep old venues open or create new ones. We pasted together fanzines and found a myriad of different ways to get free access to copiers&#8230;We did radio shows whenever we could find a slot&#8230;We did this &#8216;lest there not be anything ever to do again.'&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Sorry you got an email, <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Chris<\/p>\n\n\n<ol class=\"wp-block-footnotes\"><li id=\"6e2f0d7a-03c5-4d01-be20-31cc66d503a5\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=PzHLPnGuVSQ&amp;list=RDPzHLPnGuVSQ&amp;start_radio=1\">Nazi punks should know by now what they can do<\/a> <a href=\"#6e2f0d7a-03c5-4d01-be20-31cc66d503a5-link\" aria-label=\"Jump to footnote reference 1\">\u21a9\ufe0e<\/a><\/li><\/ol>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cPunk often desired to convey a message or tell a story, like folk and blues.\u201d &#8211; George Hurchalla, \u2018Going Underground: American Punk 1979-1989\u2019 Everyone wants to change the world, but [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":162658046,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"[{\"content\":\"<a href=\\\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=PzHLPnGuVSQ&amp;list=RDPzHLPnGuVSQ&amp;start_radio=1\\\">Nazi punks should know by now what they can do<\/a>\",\"id\":\"6e2f0d7a-03c5-4d01-be20-31cc66d503a5\"}]"},"categories":[24,169,10],"tags":[236,238,229,235,252],"class_list":["post-162658043","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-music","category-shipwrecked-sailor-blog","category-wednesday-column","tag-george-hurchalla","tag-michelle-cruz-gonzales","tag-punk-rock","tag-reaghan-buchanan","tag-ronald-reagan"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/162658043","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=162658043"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/162658043\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":162658048,"href":"https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/162658043\/revisions\/162658048"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/162658046"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=162658043"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=162658043"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lazyandentitled.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=162658043"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}