fallen soldier + punk as fuck

Hung out with Wolfy and Allison last night post Red Dawn II practice. Can't go to the show tonight cuz I gotta work, but go tonight and tomorrow to Death by Audio! K-holes (I think) was practicin' n' Jack came by and we were realizin' how he's in like a ton of bands and must practice all the time and Rob from Rice was hangin' out. We listened to Kill the Hippies and Necros and Negative Approach and I felt Punk rock saving my life again. Went to the Levee (oof) after already having too much knappogue castle (courtesy of Wolfy) and courvoisier (courtesy of me), resulting in many shot+beer specials. The sequel to Red Dawn, indeed.

Yesterday Erin Hosier forwarded me this. Last night Jay Reatard was in my dream and I woke up feeling incredibly sad today. Half of it was the hangover. The other half was the feeling of having lost a brother.



I regret that I wrote him off, and I wish I could've seen his band live. But since he died all I've wanted to do was listen to punk rock and fuck everything else. Life is too short. I wanna eat pizza and rock. I wanna break out 'n' ride free, make zines. I want Matt Trahan to record our next 7" on 4 track. Punk is not dead, not as long as I'm alive, and those of us out there that feel it are with me, brothers + sisters. Jay wrote with an urgency and whatever, call it what you want, an eerie sense of prophecy or a death trip, he was the jam. He was punk rock incarnate. I know my old roommate said I would grow out of it (back at Spin More records in Kent in 1994 when I stole a God Save the Queen 7" after asking if they had any angry samoans and phil quipping "yeah lemme see if we got em locked up down in the basement") but I'm happy to report that you were wrong, old roommate (who has since enveloped his punk rock phase into his other musical tastes as well). I am still in my punk phase, and have been since then. Long live Punk Rock.