Sex Pistols right now. And it occurs to me that some might consider it an odd thing that I actually like this music – Punk. I have always liked it since the first time I heard it back in 1979. I had a roomie at Northwestern named Gail who had the LP Nevermind the Bollocks, Here’s the Sex Pistols (She listened to my Graham Central Station albums) I didn’t think it was beautiful music but it was exciting and it rocked and I kinda thought the lyrics were irreverent which appealed to me. Anyway, tonight, one of my fuddy duddy friends berated me for liking it.
“It’s not music! It’s just noise! That music has no connection to your life, your roots, your ancestry!!!
Bitch, I’m not trying to find roots to my ancestry, I’m listening to the Sex Pistols!!
Excuse me, but folks, this album was made before 1980!!!!
I asked her if she’d heard of the Afro-Punk movement.
But you know, this ole hag (she’s my age) also hates hip hop, rap, blah… blah… blah…
“It’s not music! It’s just noise”
MOM!
WAIT A MINUTE! She’s not my mother, Hell, my mother loved rock and roll!
I’m a grown assed woman!
I tell her:
Then don’t listen to the music, Cow! And now, if you don’t mind I’m gonna “pogo” around my apartment!
Some people just need to lighten up!
