I Danced With Nazi Punks And Had A Bang Up Time

What always confused me about the world I came out of, were the Straight Edge punks. Don’t get me wrong. I loved them for taking a moral stand in a swirling sea of immorality, but what? There weren’t no strait edge metal heads. Why us?

Punk rock has always been a very moral, principled music. Although it may sound like it, it has never been about excess. For excess, you need to visit our metal friends next door.

Punk has always been political, focused, ABOUT something. And even when it’s having fun, like with the Ramones, it’s tongue-in-cheek and has another layer.

A Straight Edge could never have occurred in another genre.

I can’t tell you about how many Strait Edgers I’ve danced with, but it’s dozens, and every time they’re the nastiest. So many times I limped away bleeding.

One time I was dancing in Denver and we got some Nazi Punks in there. They were skinheaded just like us. The only way you could tell they were Nazi Punks were by the patches on their jackets—fucking swastikas and that SS thing and so on.

They were there and they were dancing so we danced with them, and, like, I slammed one up against the wall and he bowed out. We were, like, hitting them harder than in a normal dance, just because they were Nazi Punks, and they totally bowed out every time. It was their turf, too, Denver. We were out of SoDak.

So, I guess the moral of the story is Straight Edgers beat out Nazi Punks..

In my experience, Straight Edgers never had a lot of regalia, maybe a patch here and there, maybe, but the Nazi Punks were decorated, patches everywhere.

And they couldn’t dance.

Pussies.