Every punk book seems to be about the bands, about the ‘faces’, about the music.
Here are a few stories from the frontline, from the trenches. Stories from the foot soldiers who made punk what it was without turning it into a career. Think of it as correspondence from an unreported war. Just as generals are celebrated in wars, so only the opinions and memories of the ‘stars’ are sought for punk books. This book tries to widen that out to include the thoughts and reflections of normal, everyday punk rockers. Which is, of course, a faintly ridiculous way of putting it, as
punk rock was truly an age in which every man and woman was a star, and ‘normal’ was about as far away as it could be.
“On my first visit to Barbarellas I met a man in the women’s toilets sitting in the sink, yelling that he was from planet Venus.”
“How did it feel at the time? Like I was the most obnoxious shit ever”
“Thanks to punk, I managed to turn a teenage dream into a middle aged reality.”
“I felt like my brain had been restored to its factory settings; like starting all over again even at such a young age.”
“From that point on everything from exams, school, girls, teenage spots, parental disapproval, peer pressure, bullies, career, no longer mattered and from then onwards I could do anything I wanted – anything felt possible. ”
“The constant feeling of excitement over new bands, going to gigs, new records…..everything was fucking brilliant.”
“TEENAGE IS A FINE OLD TIME, AGONY, ECTASY, BOREDOM, EXCITEMENT, FIRE, ICE, RUSH, STATIS, STOP, ENERGY, LETHARGY, LAUGHTER, TEARS, LOVE, HATE, BOOTS, KNICKERS, FAGS AND BOOZE…and a little speed….”
“I have nothing but good memories, even of the kickings and beatings we took, of those times….it was, just…all worth it.”
“I’d had a heart attack the week before and it was touch and go as to whether they would let me out of hospital that day. They did and we shot down to Yorkshire for the gig the next day…”