Yeah so anyway, while at The Fest 6 in Gainsville...
-Bought a bunch of records(pretty much the only thing I do infact pay for now and days):
SKinheads Still Scare People - Selftitled
Defiance Ohio - Share What Ya Got
Defiance Ohio - The Great Depression
Municipal Waste - Waste 'Em All
Municipal Waste - The Art Of Partying
Born Against - 9 Patriotic Battle Hymns For Children
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Since Jerica is like the most badass crusty/peace/folk punk I know when she picked me up to go to the fest, she had bought me. as a present:
Bob Dylan - Planet Waves
Gorilla Biscuits - Start Today
-Met a large group of squatters, vagrants, travellers, and the lot. Went to a backyard party where most of them were staying and camping out, and had cool acoustic guitar music circles. Laughed, talked, and had much fun. Watched said group steal a keg of guinness and boxes of donuts at Krispee Kreme. Ran into various people from the group all weekend and continued hanging out with them.
-Sang "Sink WIth Kalifornia" with 80 other people atleats on stage with Youth Brigade.(Previously mentioned, but the best highlight of the weekend)
-Met a 43 year old punk rocker, giving me hope that NOT EVERY single punk sellsout . . . some just get old. Coincidentally I met him at The Youth Brigade show. I guess the lyrics to "We're In" are true "Old punks don't die, they just cash in" hahaha. This made me smile.
-Met up with Rusty, as usual he was there to see whatever Epitaph bands he was able to. "I can't Be Friends WIth You Because YOu Like Epitaph" by Charles Bronson was on repeat in my mind the entire time while talking to him.
-Gave the remainder of a pizza Jerica and I had bought to some dumpsterers. They were very grateful. I consider it Karma.
-Watched some drunk 16 year old get schooled in the ways of Against Me! by some crusty. And annoying drunk 16 year old get denied entrance to Municipal Waste for paying with change and being drunk already....isn't that sort of hypocritical? THE WASTE is all about partying. Anyway I didn't care that kid sucked and was being overly obnoxious.
-I witnessed some crusty actually shit himself in midspeech. And just not give a shit, no pun intended. He didn't even remove his underwear or go into the porta-potty 9 feet away from him to wipe his ass. I have never seen that sort of determination and commitment to a subculture EVER. It was the funniest thing I have ever witnessed. Gainsville Pants Shitter Rides Again**
-The best weekend I've had in over a year, hands down!
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Today I went with a buddy of mine to Tampa to pick his mother up. Driving in a 91 Camaro listening to overrated alternative radio. I noticed atleast 75 dumpsters on the way there. They sang songs to me, not necessarily sad ones either. More like folk songs of freedom. It was a beautiful tune to be hearing. When the drunk punk in me died, from the smoldering ashes rose the revolutionary punk, with his black flag strung and waiving it triumphantly. A decision that day was made that I probably wasn't going to take "no" as answer. My never ending quest for knowledge began to take flight, and it would stop at nothing short of knowing all of the answers. The conditioning process so unknowingly yet clever done by society was unravelling at a quickening pace. I begun reading more, anything and everything I could. Their "right way" wasn't necessarily becoming "my right way" The once indecisive answers to the question "what are we going to do?" was actually starting to form an answer.
Seventy five dumpsters throughout a string of roads about 80 miles. This is unbelievable to me. I read a book about how wasteful America is, but I didn't realize it until now. Dumpsters full of stuff that is still edible, still works, and is still useful. Treasures that are for the taking. Things that will just go out into a hole at some shitty ass dump, taking up space, and eventually destroyed.
This trip was truly exciting for me. I started formulating plans, which places I'd dumpster, which corporations I'd scam, where I'd travel. What adventures I'd become a part of. WHo would I meet? These things keep me happy. Yeah that's right, I don't find anything disgusting by jumping in a dumpster finding food and eating it. Thinking about it the average house hold probably has more germs than a dumpster anyway. I don't find anything wrong with my hygeine lacking a bit here and there, and someday not even existing. They use harmful chemicals in soaps and shampoos. I'm not ashamed to beg people for money. As a matter of fact I spanged the money for this account, so HAH! You sit there paying with your own hard earned money to use this site and I'm pretty much using it for free.
I guess this is all a product of growing up in suburbia. I mean why else would a middle class kid just pretty much be willing to give everything up for the chance of true freedom? Maybe I'm an extremist. Perhaps I'll really find freedom out there and happiness. And I'll live happily ever after. Punk, dirty, broke, and free. WHy isn't that the TRUE American dream?
I love dumpsters, not having a permenant shelter, not combing my hair, brushing my teeth, or bathing. I love traveling without anywhere to go. I love dining in public suburban places with food I dumpstered. I love that I made money obsolete in my own little world. And if it's ever needed I can make it while on a permenant vacation to "the real world" by simply asking "got any spare change?" Some may call me gross. Some may call me a dreamer. BUt I call anyone who's following the blue print that society has laid out for them a SUCKER!
**If you got this reference and what band it belongs to, you're a true hardcore guru.
I didn't proof read this or try to even make sense I just typed and sort of went on a tangent. Enough of my mental masturbation. Until I type again, take it sleazy and keep the filth.
-Rod Serling a.k.a Wayne(to some of you anyway)
-Bought a bunch of records(pretty much the only thing I do infact pay for now and days):
SKinheads Still Scare People - Selftitled
Defiance Ohio - Share What Ya Got
Defiance Ohio - The Great Depression
Municipal Waste - Waste 'Em All
Municipal Waste - The Art Of Partying
Born Against - 9 Patriotic Battle Hymns For Children
&
Since Jerica is like the most badass crusty/peace/folk punk I know when she picked me up to go to the fest, she had bought me. as a present:
Bob Dylan - Planet Waves
Gorilla Biscuits - Start Today
-Met a large group of squatters, vagrants, travellers, and the lot. Went to a backyard party where most of them were staying and camping out, and had cool acoustic guitar music circles. Laughed, talked, and had much fun. Watched said group steal a keg of guinness and boxes of donuts at Krispee Kreme. Ran into various people from the group all weekend and continued hanging out with them.
-Sang "Sink WIth Kalifornia" with 80 other people atleats on stage with Youth Brigade.(Previously mentioned, but the best highlight of the weekend)
-Met a 43 year old punk rocker, giving me hope that NOT EVERY single punk sellsout . . . some just get old. Coincidentally I met him at The Youth Brigade show. I guess the lyrics to "We're In" are true "Old punks don't die, they just cash in" hahaha. This made me smile.
-Met up with Rusty, as usual he was there to see whatever Epitaph bands he was able to. "I can't Be Friends WIth You Because YOu Like Epitaph" by Charles Bronson was on repeat in my mind the entire time while talking to him.
-Gave the remainder of a pizza Jerica and I had bought to some dumpsterers. They were very grateful. I consider it Karma.
-Watched some drunk 16 year old get schooled in the ways of Against Me! by some crusty. And annoying drunk 16 year old get denied entrance to Municipal Waste for paying with change and being drunk already....isn't that sort of hypocritical? THE WASTE is all about partying. Anyway I didn't care that kid sucked and was being overly obnoxious.
-I witnessed some crusty actually shit himself in midspeech. And just not give a shit, no pun intended. He didn't even remove his underwear or go into the porta-potty 9 feet away from him to wipe his ass. I have never seen that sort of determination and commitment to a subculture EVER. It was the funniest thing I have ever witnessed. Gainsville Pants Shitter Rides Again**
-The best weekend I've had in over a year, hands down!
===========================================================
Today I went with a buddy of mine to Tampa to pick his mother up. Driving in a 91 Camaro listening to overrated alternative radio. I noticed atleast 75 dumpsters on the way there. They sang songs to me, not necessarily sad ones either. More like folk songs of freedom. It was a beautiful tune to be hearing. When the drunk punk in me died, from the smoldering ashes rose the revolutionary punk, with his black flag strung and waiving it triumphantly. A decision that day was made that I probably wasn't going to take "no" as answer. My never ending quest for knowledge began to take flight, and it would stop at nothing short of knowing all of the answers. The conditioning process so unknowingly yet clever done by society was unravelling at a quickening pace. I begun reading more, anything and everything I could. Their "right way" wasn't necessarily becoming "my right way" The once indecisive answers to the question "what are we going to do?" was actually starting to form an answer.
Seventy five dumpsters throughout a string of roads about 80 miles. This is unbelievable to me. I read a book about how wasteful America is, but I didn't realize it until now. Dumpsters full of stuff that is still edible, still works, and is still useful. Treasures that are for the taking. Things that will just go out into a hole at some shitty ass dump, taking up space, and eventually destroyed.
This trip was truly exciting for me. I started formulating plans, which places I'd dumpster, which corporations I'd scam, where I'd travel. What adventures I'd become a part of. WHo would I meet? These things keep me happy. Yeah that's right, I don't find anything disgusting by jumping in a dumpster finding food and eating it. Thinking about it the average house hold probably has more germs than a dumpster anyway. I don't find anything wrong with my hygeine lacking a bit here and there, and someday not even existing. They use harmful chemicals in soaps and shampoos. I'm not ashamed to beg people for money. As a matter of fact I spanged the money for this account, so HAH! You sit there paying with your own hard earned money to use this site and I'm pretty much using it for free.
I guess this is all a product of growing up in suburbia. I mean why else would a middle class kid just pretty much be willing to give everything up for the chance of true freedom? Maybe I'm an extremist. Perhaps I'll really find freedom out there and happiness. And I'll live happily ever after. Punk, dirty, broke, and free. WHy isn't that the TRUE American dream?
I love dumpsters, not having a permenant shelter, not combing my hair, brushing my teeth, or bathing. I love traveling without anywhere to go. I love dining in public suburban places with food I dumpstered. I love that I made money obsolete in my own little world. And if it's ever needed I can make it while on a permenant vacation to "the real world" by simply asking "got any spare change?" Some may call me gross. Some may call me a dreamer. BUt I call anyone who's following the blue print that society has laid out for them a SUCKER!
**If you got this reference and what band it belongs to, you're a true hardcore guru.
I didn't proof read this or try to even make sense I just typed and sort of went on a tangent. Enough of my mental masturbation. Until I type again, take it sleazy and keep the filth.
-Rod Serling a.k.a Wayne(to some of you anyway)
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gnihk:
I stayed with this guy Benny in Leicester, England, who was in his 40's. He played in this really sloppy crust band, and had set up this show that we played that night with a bunch of guys who had to maybe be in thier 50s or 60s in this punk band - Ghandi's Flip Flop, There was also a really young band that played too, its the first place Ive been where Ive been able to meet like 3 generations of people into punk rock / hardcore. it was rad.
deadbilly:
Did anybody seem to notice the crusty had shit his pants? Or do most crusties walk around that way? 