My friend, Jason, and I were talking today about our individual introductions to punk and to the punk scene. We had vastly different intros because he was older and we grew up in very different areas of California. My friend, Sean, had an older brother who was willing to take us along, at 13, to see the mighty Black Flag at some warehouse in a seedy part of L.A. Read the rest of this entry »

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I remember going into a local record shop in Cypress, California called Bionic Records. I worked up the street and would stop in there each Friday with my paycheck in my pocket. I needed to pay rent and buy food, but I also needed to buy new music. Read the rest of this entry »

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