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« on: March 06, 2012, 07:41:45 AM »
i went to school in a small town in arkansas in the mid 80's - graduated in 86. i had gone to a fucked up all boys catholic boarding school from 6th - 9th grade. that place would turn anyone dead set against religion - 9th grade ritual was walking into class - spitting on the crucifix in the room and taking a seat. this school was in the middle of nowhere in arkansas - my older sister sent me a mixed tape with some sex pistols and other english punk (and like sparks and oingo boingo or some shit) i remember reading something in the back of rolling stone about the dead kennedys - and tracked down Fresh Fruit --- i also found the early ramones records in a pawn shop around this time. there werent no other punks so i got to make it up as i went along -- besides being called faggot at school idiots called me "blue jean' from the bowie song and 'stray cat pat' - i remember throwing some dude against the wall for calling me that -- everyone else (white) at that school was into Hank Jr -- oh yeah, black kids would yell out "boyyy george' -- i started hanging out with the black kids senior year though due to a mutual appreciation for weed and self-taught skills using hair clippers -- most of the punk i listened to was typical entry level punk stuff like dead kennedys, sex pistols, black flag & the ramones - oh and X wild gift - i was also way into johnny thunders, fear and DOA. but i'd also order random weird shit from mrr.
i went to memphis once in high school to see black flag - turned out to be 2 days late but lucked out and saw Scream. then flag played little rock my senior year -- 21+ show --- those dudes wound up hanging out with my hippie older brother smoking weed and listening to the grateful dead (kinda ruined my image -- but years later i wound up smoking weed with dez and listening to hawkwind)
anyways i'm glad i got to have the 'only punk in town' experience in high school - once i got out of town it was great to pull my head out of my ass but at the same time kind of stiffling that everything was sort of codified