Pain, neglect and loss turn so many into bitter, hateful, people with tiny, hardened hearts. Other’s find a way to make their hearts bigger & make beautiful art. Obviously not a simple dichotomy, but a rather complex bit of alchemy. Thoughts whilst listening to aggressive & energetic music this A.M.
"In 2006, the New York City Police Department (NYPD) was involved in a half-million encoun- ters with pedestrians who were stopped because of suspected criminal involvement. Raw sta- tistics for these encounters suggest large racial disparities—89 percent of the stops involved nonwhites. Fifty-three percent of the stops involved black suspects, 29 percent Hispanic, 11 percent white, and 3 percent Asian, and race was unknown for the remaining 4 percent of the stops. Forty-five percent of black and Hispanic suspects were frisked, compared with 29 percent of white suspects; yet, when frisked, white suspects were 70 percent likelier than black suspects to have had a weapon on them."
-Analysis of Racial Disparities in the New York City Police Department’s Stop, Question, and Frisk Policies
Just a reminder that we’re playing in NYC on Saturday with Hop Along, Night Birds, and Bad Canoes.
Brooklyn Night Bazaar Saturday March 8th 6pm It’s gonna be rad!
Although the show is free, our friends from the @AliForneyCenter will be on hand to accept your donations of new t-shirts & socks & cash! Please visit them at AliForneyCenter.org to learn more about how you can help homeless LGBTQ youth. Check yr privilege. See you in Saturday!
This weekend, instead of celebrating football, an obvious metaphor for American imperialism (and it’s inherent futility), can we just all fucking agree to celebrate Dischord’s release of the S.O.A. demos?
Snow, in addition to being truly beautiful, one of the few things that can truly transform the cityscape, tends to create conditions that highlight both the best and the worst of what humanity is capable. We experienced the full range today, and it was a real shitstorm for awhile, but neighbors and strangers helping each other out is still the rule rather than the exception. We still got that PMA.
And here we are. We will play a *FREE SHOW* at the Brooklyn Night Bazaar on March 8th, joined by kindred spirits HOP ALONG, NIGHT BIRDS and BAD CANOES. This is, at the moment, our only planned east coast show of 2014.
Although the show is free (or maybe ESPECIALLY in light of that fact), our friends from the Ali Forney Center will be on hand to accept your donations of new t-shirts & socks, as well as monetary donations. Please visit AliForneyCenter.org to learn more about how you can help homeless LGBTQ youth. Check yr privilege. Many thanks to Noisey for making this happen. Hope to see you!
As we begin the new year and the editors have revealed their best albums of 2013, we’ve also got the reader-voted list of albums which saw Epitaph Records take the top two spots and three in the top ten overall. .
The PunkNews.org editors AND readers have BOTH named our “INVISIBLE” EP the #1 EP of 2013. And who are we to judge them?
I was maybe 12 years old the first time I got sexually assaulted in a pit. (Of course I didn’t think of it as sexual assault at the time.) It was a metal show, and some guy maybe 10 years older than me came up behind me and just grabbed my tits.
Of course we don’t want to spoil everybody’s holiday get-togethers with guilty conscience, but as punks, we feel its important to cultivate an awareness of the historical context of our more oppression-laden holidays. And if you’re joining us in having a meat-free feast, we salute you!
their high school principal
told me I couldn’t teach
poetry with profanity
so I asked my students,
“Raise your hand if you’ve heard of the Holocaust.”
in unison, their arms rose up like poisonous gas
then straightened out like an SS infantry
“Okay. Please put your hands down.
Now raise your hand if you’ve heard of the Rwandan genocide.”
blank stares mixed with curious ignorance
a quivering hand out of the crowd
half-way raised, like a lone survivor
struggling to stand up in Kigali
“Luz, are you sure about that?”
“That’s what I thought.”
they won’t let you hear the truth at school
if that person says “fuck”
can’t even talk about “fuck”
even though a third of your senior class
I can’t teach an 18-year-old girl in a public school
how to use a condom that will save her life
and that of the orphan she will be forced
to give to the foster care system—
“Carlos, how many 13-year-olds do you know that are HIV-positive?”
“Honestly, none. But I do visit a shelter every Monday and talk with
six 12-year-old girls with diagnosed AIDS.”
while 4th graders three blocks away give little boys blowjobs during recess
I met an 11-year-old gang member in the Bronx who carries
a semi-automatic weapon to study hall so he can make it home
and you want me to censor my language
“Carlos, what’s genocide?”
your books leave out Emmett Till and Medgar Evers
call themselves “World History” and don’t mention
King Leopold or diamond mines
call themselves “Politics in the Modern World”
and don’t mention Apartheid
“Carlos, what’s genocide?”
you wonder why children hide in adult bodies
lie under light-color-eyed contact lenses
learn to fetishize the size of their asses
and simultaneously hate their lips
my students thought Che Guevara was a rapper
from East Harlem
still think my Mumia t-shirt is of Bob Marley
how can literacy not include Phyllis Wheatley?
schools were built in the shadows of ghosts
filtered through incest and grinding teeth
molded under veils of extravagant ritual
“Carlos, what’s genocide?”
“Roselyn, how old was she? Cuántos años tuvo tu madre cuando se murió?”
“My mother had 32 years when she died. Ella era bellísima.”
they’ve moved from sterilizing “Boriqua” women
injecting indigenous sisters with Hepatitis B,
now they just kill mothers with silent poison
stain their loyalty and love into veins and suffocate them
Ridwan’s father hung himself
in the box because he thought his son
was ashamed of him
Maureen’s mother gave her
skin lightening cream
the day before she started the 6th grade
she carves straight lines into her
beautiful brown thighs so she can remember
what it feels like to heal
This is worth checking out and checking into, not so much because of Dan’s interview, but because this whole project is pretty crucial and inspirational. It’s an interview archive addressing the history of Philadelphia punk/hardcore, especially the DIY variety. The project as a whole is refreshing and invigorating in the face of the proliferation of documentaries in which punk veterans complain about how punk ended or became irrelevant after they dropped out. All history is revisionist to some extent, but Loud! Fast! Philly! shows history for what it really is: multiple narratives, multiple truths. Drink deep!
So, festivals in general can be pretty weird and alienating. The intimate and authentic experiences that we crave in basements, VFW’s, and church social halls are often lost in large venues. But tonight we felt a special connection with our philadelphia friends and travelers from all over the country, a connection that’s really unusual in a room so large. Sometimes we worry that we’re not a good fit at shows like this, or that no one really wants to hear what we have to say in a situation that seems, on the surface, to be so entertainment-oriented. Thank you, everyone at TIHC, for making us feel welcome, and for sharing with us the spirit that moves us to make this music in the first place.