my permanent record July 25 2012
Does anyone else remember the good old days of punk rock? I sure do. Shows at the Railyard in Santa Fe. Circular mosh pits that were more about fun than violence. Riding down in Carlos' Celica hatchback or whatever that piece of crap golden chariot of freedom that was. Good times. Seriously good.
Below is a selection of the tunes (7" vinyl) that defined those days. Somewhere in this story is an analogy of how if I could only put myself into the oven between two floor tiles to flatten out the wrinkles I would play just as well as I did back then.