A snapshot of a sublimely stagnant subculture – by a roadie on a West Coast tour.
At 34 – I set out on tour as an unnecessary roadie for my friends’ band to see how hardcore punk rock – itself around the middle-age mark – had kept relevant – changed and run in circles.
Hardcore punk has been packaged with a promise of blunt political and social expectations – something only seen with great musical force in the overly celebrated hippies of the ‘60s or the under-empowered rappers of the ‘80s.
It is a genre with a multiverse of subgenres – all which will propel hundreds of unrecognizable bands to play your town and every other in the U.S. throughout the summer.
It is music that eats its old and primarily rewards staid templates.
And it can be a backdrop for lifelong friendships – and a few remaining daring challenges.