Wall of Death

Y'up, day late... anyway...

i realized today that everything is like the pit. You see, punk and punk influenced music is an outlet for aggression. The pit was an area that you could just let go: dance, pogo, slam, do the smurf, whatever your heart desired. Sometimes you would get hit and sometimes you would hit someone. You were not trying to hit them specifically and they were not trying to hit you specifically so all was good. They were just there like you. It was an outlet, there were understood yet unwritten behaviors and protocols, and the bumps and bruises felt almost better than the flailing you did yourself.

Like all things that start out good, it got into the wrong hands and would never be the same. The jocks saw it, the frat boys saw it, and suddenly Neanderthals were hopping in and taking aim turning it into gym class with a substitute teacher. i do not remember getting "slimed" by some 'dude's' sweat when it was just us punk kids.

Capitalism, communism, socialism, you name it. i am sure they all started out with the best of intentions and probably all worked well at first, when everyone was playing by the understood yet unwritten behaviors and protocols. Eventually, as it seems with all things, they each fell into the wrong hands and never were the same afterwards.

Figuring out how to keep things out of the wrong hands is more worthwhile a goal than coming up with a great idea to begin with. If only someone could figure that one out.