They just wanted to fight everyone who didn’t fit into their close-minded world. The kids had no imagination, most of ’em in the anarchy T-shirt their mommies bought for them. At a Black Flag show one night, I was just starting to realize the magic of the band, amazed by drummer Robo and the wild synchronous yes and no movement of Ginn and Dukowski, when I saw a series of people beaten badly to bloody pulps, gangs of idiots stomping the fuck out of them for having the wrong haircut, the unconscious victims carted out to waiting ambulances. It was disgusting, and turned me off to punk rock.
