I stood there in front of the expansive magazine stand, stoked, eager but still trying to look cool. The crisp, new issue of Spin magazine sat perfectly on that shelf with the headline “1977 The Year Punk Exploded. The Sex Pistols’ Bollocks Turns 30”. Punk music just turned 30 and I was freshly 17 and had one punk show under my belt, this was my Bible.
No more time being locked in the basement listening to my punk CDs on repeat. I had just started CEGEP (college) in the city and I’d finally be free to go to endless punk shows and go out drinking (still technically illegally but who was counting?) but not before I read, no, studied, the entire contents of said magazine. The adventures that would follow were certainly memorable and for my teenage heart – oh so exciting.
All that excitement of anticipation lived in that issue of Spin magazine, sitting so perfectly on that shelf. Thou shalt not covet, thou shalt purchase and I did.
2007, the marker of 30 years of punk, was most definitely a pivotal year for me – the music I further explored that year, the friends I made, the things I studied in that year influenced who I am today more than any other year to date. It feels like only a short while ago, but lo and behold it’s already been 10 years and Montreal is celebrating next week in the form of the Montreal 77 Festival, with headlining acts Dropkick Murphys and Rancid. In case you were wondering I have my ticket at the ready and my vacation day booked.
In case you were wondering what that magazine contained, don’t worry, I totally kept it all these years. Johnny Rotten was quoted saying “The Ramones to me were never punk” – and to that I say, he’s entitled to his opinion, despite how wrong it is. There was also a list of the best punk albums from 1978-2007, Dropkick Murphys and Rancid’s funky fresh tunes both made the list. And so did My Chemical Romance’s, it’s okay Spin, everyone makes mistakes – I too remember thinking, they’ll probably gravitate towards a more punkish sound as the emo trend died down, nobody could expect the disaster that was “Sing”.
I could go on and on about the reunions and interviews featured in this magazine, from the British, to East Coast to West Coast punk scenes but y’all should’ve kept your copies for all those juicy details because I don’t have all day.
Cheers to 40 years of punk.
Cheers to 10 years of punk shows for me.
Cheers to this new blog, and the hope for more adventures.
Spin. October 2007. Print. http://www.spin.com/