It Was Surreal
Conjecture,aGuess,toPostulate,aTheorywithout facts,anAssumption.Dictionary.com explains Assumption as;"Something taken for granted, a supposition, presumption."
Recently,people have taken the assumption that the music videos I have on my Blog are songs I recently wrote and are about my wife.Without knowing the facts people have assumed that I am still the young and ultra-violent punk rocker who writes about killing in his songs.Wrong.
That is me at the rip old age of twenty-two playing bass for the Rock BandPolitixs.Where I wrote most of my tunes before heading out and formingTwoBuckHowie With The Exact Change.Back then I would not have back away from a fight,but lucky for me,I hadand have a great personality.I found out how to win friends,instead of confronting people.When that didn't work,I had just the right amount of friends with me were I never got into a major brawland got hurt.I am happy to say,I have never been punched in my beautiful face.Back then,to release my anger,I wrote songs.Yes,some of those songs are violent.But isn't that what Punk was all about?
This is,Still Playing Those Songs From My Glory Days,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“L'ancienneté, chez les punks, était signe de crédibilité et conférait prestige et avantages divers. Un des rares points communs entre punk rock et fonction publique.”
- Virginie Despentes -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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One true story.Brian Kroske, who was of my closet friends and was the drummer in the band Politixs, went with me one night to a bar. The place was crowded. We had few beers and was about to leave the place when a fight broke out. Brian and I were in the back of the place and could see a chain reaction, throughout the bar, the fight spilled over into other groups. We knew we had to get out of there before the Police arrived. I was six feet tall, two hundred pounds at the time. Brian was five foot ten inches weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds. I got behind him watching our rear for an attack as he punched his way through the bar for the door. With Police sirens blaring, us punching our way out, all of a sudden on the junk box as loud as possible could be, the songThe Ballroom Blitz by The Sweetcame on.It wasSurreal.
Recently,people have taken the assumption that the music videos I have on my Blog are songs I recently wrote and are about my wife.Without knowing the facts people have assumed that I am still the young and ultra-violent punk rocker who writes about killing in his songs.Wrong.
That is me at the rip old age of twenty-two playing bass for the Rock BandPolitixs.Where I wrote most of my tunes before heading out and formingTwoBuckHowie With The Exact Change.Back then I would not have back away from a fight,but lucky for me,I hadand have a great personality.I found out how to win friends,instead of confronting people.When that didn't work,I had just the right amount of friends with me were I never got into a major brawland got hurt.I am happy to say,I have never been punched in my beautiful face.Back then,to release my anger,I wrote songs.Yes,some of those songs are violent.But isn't that what Punk was all about?This is,Still Playing Those Songs From My Glory Days,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“L'ancienneté, chez les punks, était signe de crédibilité et conférait prestige et avantages divers. Un des rares points communs entre punk rock et fonction publique.”
- Virginie Despentes -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
Like what you are reading,or do not like what you see.Set up my Blog as your Homepage,or sign up as a Follower,or leave a Comment,and I will answer you in a Post.
Thanks for reading.
One true story.Brian Kroske, who was of my closet friends and was the drummer in the band Politixs, went with me one night to a bar. The place was crowded. We had few beers and was about to leave the place when a fight broke out. Brian and I were in the back of the place and could see a chain reaction, throughout the bar, the fight spilled over into other groups. We knew we had to get out of there before the Police arrived. I was six feet tall, two hundred pounds at the time. Brian was five foot ten inches weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds. I got behind him watching our rear for an attack as he punched his way through the bar for the door. With Police sirens blaring, us punching our way out, all of a sudden on the junk box as loud as possible could be, the songThe Ballroom Blitz by The Sweetcame on.It wasSurreal.
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