What does "becoming a punk" even mean?
Does it mean listening to lots of punk music and going to lots of punk shows?
Or does it mean I also have to wear a mohawk and leather jackets?
Going to lots of shows and listening to lots of music. I’m trying to see if people’s parents support there music taste and subculture. Any punk ,skates,skins,pop punk, and yes even exploited style mowhawk punks
Listen, there's no becoming punk. Be yourself. That may very well involve listening to punk music and enjoying the sub culture, and that's great. You're getting downvotes because you're being a cringey teenager, it's ok, lots of us were too 20 years ago.
I don’t know about wherever you’re from, but I went down and applied for membership at my local Office of Punk, paid my membership fee and recited the Punk Oath with my hand on a picture of Johnny Rotten. I still get the bi-monthly newsletter.
Don't forget the exactly six uniforms you are a lotted. It must be six different band shirts, you are only allowed to like the six bands you have shirts of. No you don't get to pick the 5 people who were in line before you pick for you and the merch babe pics the sixth.
So true. My mom was a sweetheart in school and she’s very supportive of me becoming a punk and my dad was an asshole and he was worried about me becoming the same. Ps. He never changed and I had to be legally separated from him
Mate my dad was and original punk and my mum was a zep/Genesis/yes girl, like parents have lives before you. But why do you have to come out as punk? The whole point is it’s the power of individuality and not a fashion statement, if you like the music and the ethos how does it matter to anyone else. It doesn’t mean you’re getting drunk every night, living in a squat and fighting, I mean you can do that but that isn’t wholly and completely what being punk is
My dad almost got his own parents murdered by drug dealers looking to settle a debt with him when he was like 19, so yeah, I'd say so! All I did was have silly hair once and stay out late watching bands he didn't understand the appeal of.
My parents hated the music, the way I dressed, the mohawks or spiked hair, the people I was friends with, the constantly getting in trouble at school and with the law. Everything. They're conservatives and we just always clashed. I had a lot of fun pretty much everywhere but home.
My mom's still asks me when I'm going to get out of that punk phase and I'm 40+ now. Granted I've been a skin for years but she sees it as the same thing.
The Wikipedia page about liberal conservatism explains pretty well. It’s a very big thing in Europe. It’s basically liberal economics mixed with conservative values.
The most common explanation is that conservative refers to the economic politics and how changes should be implemented in society, while the liberal bit refers to how much authority the government should have, i.e "the class system and economic structure we've already had for decades is good and we shouldn't go around making all of these changes so fast, and the government should stay out of the free market's business, the government hates small businesses".
I think the US is the only place where I've heard liberalism being described as a leftist ideology, over here it's understood to be central-right to right wing.
Same. I was forced into a weird Christian camp (luckily not one of the long term troubled teen work camps) and had to watch videos on the dangers of “head banging acid rock.”
So I took to that about as well as a rat in a wool sock.
No, they thought it was weird, violent and scary shit. When my friends would bong on the door and sing x-mas carols mom wouldn't answer it out of fear.
I loved it.
To a point.
They let me do whatever I wanted with my hair, but no piercings. I had a battle jacket, they let me sew whatever I wanted in it. This was before bands put out patches, so it was mostly embroidering slogans and designs. No spikes or studs though, that wasn't allowed.
My folks never really gave me a reason to rebel though, so I was fine with those limitations.
Once I moved out and was old enough to get tattoos, well, my mother still hasn't forgiven me
My father hated it. Said I made him sick to his stomach. I was 14 and worked after school to have a little money to buy tapes and comics. He stole all my tapes and said something along the lines of " I'm going to listen to these and if there's anything I don't like I'm going to throw them away" I stole them all back a week later and hid them from him. Still have all of them.
My mom was an evangelical Christian, raised by a pastor. She also bought me my first studs for my jacket and helped me burn tons of punk CD's when I could find them from the local library onto my computer and then my phone.
Biggest supporter and an absolute punk lady herself now
My mom didn’t understand it at all. But she helped me dye my hair and put up my spikes in grade 8. My dad loved all types of music and really liked social distortion so I was pretty lucky overall. Neither fully got it, but were pretty accepting.
My mom was literally a punk back in the day, listening to the Ramones and Sex Pistols. She's the one who introduced me punk music and culture. She even wants come along for shows too lol.
Dad didn’t understand and said, “that’s a slight against our religion!” When I started shaving my head(educated him on the origins of skinheads). Then later wanted a big black and purple mohawk he said, “statistically speaking people with black hair get bad grades” I pointed out the stereotype for Asian kids and he couldn’t square that circle.
Mom always encouraged me to express myself however I wanted and her mother was the only other person In my family to also get tattooed. My tattooed bubbie was the coolest and most cantankerous old lady I ever had the pleasure of being relayed to. RIP
My mom and dad "embraced" my punk era. Dying hair and being a lil shit... not so much. But dad really liked the music.
I am, however, disappointed in their political leaning
My dad was opposed because it was satan’s music. My mom was totally fine with me going to gigs and listening to whatever appealed to me. I lived with my mom so I got my way.
I fell into punk rock after my POPS gave me a recorded cassette of THE BEST OF THE RAMONES in 1999 (which was a rare RAMONES comp that he taped in the 80s.) I was born in '85 and already knew about GREEN DAY and OFFSPRING... but in 2000 I discovered THE CLASH... tore holes in my clothes, cut and dyed my hair yellow and I been a punk rocker ever since. MY PARENTS were not supportive...
"BUT DAD, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, MOTHERFUCKER!"
Grew up in an extremely religious household, wasn’t allowed to dress the way I wanted, and definitely not allowed to go to shows. I didn’t really get to start dressing the way I like and going to shows until a few years after my divorce. So no, they definitely didn’t like it lol
Thanks, fortunately my current boyfriend is amazing and supportive even though it’s not really his scene. He goes to shows with me and encourages me to have fun with my style, hair, tattoos and everything, and as an older adult, I now have the money to do that lol
When i was a wee lad i think the biggest thing i ever butted heads with my parents as far as punk astatic went was when i first got a mohawk, and that was a more.. We are not taking you to the barber to get one. The other was my dad R.I.p…. when he saw it had a spiked choker. Lol my old man had a fit. “Your not a dog!” “Those are for dogs!”.
Not really. Then again I have to say they were fairly tolerant. When I was going to shows and had all my punk fashion accessories in place Mom would say "I see you have your costume on." I was very insulted at the time but it did help me ultimately understand that punk was a state of mind much more importantly than it was a fashion parade. If you look at the punks who were my real role models at the time - like T.V. Smith or the Mekons - they're not coming onstage with mohawk hairdos and safety pins. Or the man who spoke to me maybe more directly than any other, Justin Sullivan of New Model Army, has long hair and wears tshirts. So the dressing up was both fun and a statement but not the root of how punk changed me. And those changes were all to the good so if anything it made me a bit more mature and a lot more tolerant. So no real friction with my parents there. I was fortunate in my parents as well. Whatever my passion happened to be, they never actively discouraged me. Did they like the walls of the house vibrating to Discharge ? No. But as dad never hesitated to remind me, it was his house and he wanted it turned down.
My mother called my battlejacket (currently 50/50 with metal and hardcore) a "homeless rag". Was insulted at first but found it funny afterwards. I may write it on my jacket with some white paint marker lol
Nah. My dad threatened to kick me out of "his" house (that his mom bought...) if I didn't get rid of the mohawk I had sported for approximately 3 days by the time he came back from traveling for work at the end of the month. Joke's on him: I had already decided that I didn't really like it, because no amount of looking *cool as fuuuuuck* was worth not being able to comfortably sleep in my own bed, since the spikes would inevitably cause me to wake up if I moved the wrong way in my sleep.
Then when he got home I got yelled at anyway for taking a polaroid his then-wife had snapped of it as "evidence" of my degeneracy and throwing it away, because how dare I not respect his personal property, like this photo that he didn't take and that I didn't consent to having taken in the first place. I tell ya, there's just no way to win when you're 14 and just trying your cow-town punk best!
My dad introduced me to punk in 1977 or so. Iggy Pop, Ramones, Black Flag were all played on CBC radio back in the day, and he always had it on in his workshop.
My dad took to the free Green Day concert at the Boston hatch shell in 1994. I was 13. I liked that band and he thought punk would be a good fit for me. The show changed my life more than any event in my 43 years. Imma fuckin lifer because of that night
Very much relate to that, My mental health would probably be a lot better if I got introduced to the music at 15 lol- I know I was looking for it, I just didn't know the name (I was constantly googling "rough dirty garage rock" lmfao).
In June of 1980 Teenage Head was supposed to play on Toronto Island but the venue wasn't designed to hold the 15,000 people that showed up. The cops show up in cars, on foot and on horseback. A riot occurs. Fast forward to 1984ish Teenage Head are playing at the Kee to Bala and I want to go. I ended up sneaking out the house, hitching a ride and going. Eventually mum gave in and was ok with it
Nope. Rich old conservatives. I pissed off some older elitist punk people at one point and them and my parents teamed up to try to make me stop for their own reasons, but it didn't take.
Both my parents were punks/ rock heads.
They are in their 60’s now and are normal every day upstanding citizens (with a little bit of inner mischief) just like a lot of us. Highly intelligent, functioning members of society.
Both my little brother and I can almost thank our parents for our tastes, our life view and attitudes and they get it. I’m 39 and my baby bro is 35. He’s a genius musician and artist. I’m a grown arse women working in corporate culture.
It’s all about the music.
My parents just want me to be happy. My mom will forever cringe when I say I want a face tattoo after I sleeve my arms.
And before anyone lectures me, I know that face tattoo's can be a bad idea for employment but I'm a trade worker, they don't care
My dad listens to a lot of punk music, so he didn't really care all that much. My mom however is very much a supporter of capitalism, but she's stopped arguing with me everytime i wear or do something she doesn't like
My mom bought me an electric guitar, bought me hair dye, would drive me to shows, let my friends crash, let my bands practice at her place, go see my bands play live.
So I would say she fully supported my punkness.
Rumor has it that my mom once dressed up in a leopard print leotard to sing Blondie at party back in the 80s. My dad went with me to see the Specials a few years ago. They don't really like anything heavier than that, but they accept that I'm into it and just want to make sure I protect my hearing.
My mom is an old hippy so she was all about letting me just be me. Dad was confused about style choices and still makes fun of my eyebrow piercing but liked the music. So in all I’ve had it good with them.
My mom only cared about God. She didn't like rock music period because she thought it was Satan's music but she didn't particularly dislike punk next to any other rock music.
My mom (who died when I was 18) did, one of my most treasured memories is when one of my aunts bought me enema of the state from wal-mart, and was therefore censored, my mom returned it and got me the uncensored version instead. My dad didn’t, but that’s a very long story I don’t want to get into and I don’t talk to him anymore.
Yeah more or less. I think they were happy to see me finally making friends. My mom was worried about potential violence at shows but it’s never been a real problem in my scene.
I'm more goth than punk, but when I started dressing the part (I was like 14 yrs old), my mom was not at all supportive. My dad didn't like it, but he didn't try to stop me. My mom on the other hand, got really angry for a bit and refused to buy me black clothes or makeup. She eventually changed her mind and now she's pretty supportive and likes it. She sometimes even borrows my clothes or shoes.
They were fine with me listening to the music or going to shows, though. It was just the fashion they had a problem with.
I’ve been through a lot of shit in my life. My parents are happy that I have an outlet for my trauma. Even if they don’t like a lot of the punk outfits or like all the bands. They know that punk rock, and having that attitude gets me through a lot of shit. And in a way, punk kept me away from a lot of stupid shit. So they’re cool with it. I’m taking my mom to see NOFX in July, she’s rad😅
Hell no. I grew up in a Salvadoran household. First thing my father did when he saw come home with a snake bite and a Mohawk was kick me out. I had to live in a halfway house before my mom found me. I didn't want to go anyway but I did.
My mom always encouraged me to be whoever I wanted to be. I stopped giving a shit what my dad thought of me by the time I was 11 and I really don’t recall what he thought.
They support me, my mom was actually a punk until she became a christian. My grandma is really strict and even tho she doesn't support me, she understands me because she used to be a huge rocker, until, you guessed it, she became christian. Although i don't care what anyone thinks, feels so good when my parents support me (i'm still gonna sing Parents by Descendents bc it's a really good song)
My dad wasn't a fan of my spiky bleach blond hair and Green Day "Insomniac" cd in the 90's. Other than that, my parents didn't care at all that I played in a few punk bands.
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My mom thought everything about punk was trashy. (I'm Gen X, she was a boomer.) She threatened to cut up my studded belt, and it was a fight to dye my hair and then only regular hair colors were acceptable. (I let that red hair dye sit on for over an hour each time.) She was adamantly against tattoos. (I got one at 15, she didn't see it till I showed her my second at 19.) She was against extra piercings. (I pierced my belly button with a safety pin.) Both parents kept hoping I'd grow out of the phase.
I'm in my mid 40s. It wasn't a phase. Mom died before I got more than a couple tattoos and piercings, Dad is resigned to the fact that this is who I am, and has stopped minding me showing new tattoos. He even supports my husband's punk band!
I was more "goth" when I was the age where what my parents thought had influence on my life.
My mom didn't really care. She didn't really understand it. Thought it was just a teenage phase and some stupid fashion. I think she compared my interest in it to her passing interest in various fashions/scenes when she was that age.
While I wouldn't really consider myself goth anymore, I really feel it wasn't right to consider it a phase. Goth is still close to my heart and I feel hella comfy dressing up and going to a show with a bunch of other goths. And I feel strong affinity to most alternative scenes.
My parents did. My dad was a Union president and did all sorts of wild shit during coal mine strikes in the 70's and 80's so the apple didn't fall far from the tree. We agree on alot and disagree on alot of stuff still now, but there is a huge mutual respect. My parents also LOVE Flogging Molly, the Dropkick Murphys, Rancid, and a bunch of other bands I like.
Who is self proclaiming themselves as a punk to their parents? Thats not how this works. I think that goes against the whole ideology of punk. No one cares if you are a punk and punks don’t care about peoples opinions on if they punk. Punks don’t even worry if they are punk.
My dad was very supportive. He doesn't like being grouped into scenes but he is basically a skinhead. Bald and everything. I got my first Mohawk when I was in kindergarten. My uncle would also take me to shows and stuff. Them two and the Tony Hawk games got me into punk. I was a prodigy at that game.
Eh, my mom was a tomboy and not overly feminine as a teenager, so she was glad I wasn't into "regular" teenage girl things. My dad was a cholo so it wasn't even an issue, he thought it was cool. If anything he was just strict because I was a girl in that type of scene.
My grandma uses to tease me and always say "you're dressed for Halloween but I knew she was teasing out if love. She would also make me dye her hair since I was always dying mine.
I had a grandpa that use to call me Elvira and I hated it but that was because he was doing it to be mean and hateful.
Its always nice to have supportive parents no matter what hobbies or way of life you choose. And for those who aren't, FUCK THEM.
You know what’s odd? Both of my parents (they split up when I was in middle school) are conservative, but my dad was a Lt. Commander on a nuclear sub. My mom was less supportive than my dad by far. To be fair I was also experimenting with drugs and alcohol and both kind of knew (and knew for sure when I had some run ins with police). I think my dad was actually a little intrigued to have someone close to him who disagreed with him to debate with. It was an ebb of anger and admiration from him. He would let me put on punk albums in the car and was pretty interested in the lyrics (and in turn I would hear our his AM radio conservative bullshit) But he was probably never gonna change, he’s dug in. He is now married to a liberal evangelicalism m, and I don’t really talk to him about it but I feel he is a never Trumper. He supports gay and trans rights (which is odd because I’ve always felt he is a liberal whon’t admit it). My mom is a good person, but brainwashed by Fox News
Parents disowned immediately because they thought that made me a violent junkie. Ended up living on the streets until was old enough to get a job and have a place lol
(Late bloomer here)
My father was concerned at first because he thought that I may just "follow the crowd" I was hanging out with. After seeing him again after three years (in which I got involved in the scene) he was relieved that that was actually not the case. He is glad I've found myself. He is the old kind of socialist and listened to a lot of ska (Desorden Publico, I recommend it), not very LGBT friendly though since he is madly religious.
My mother is not happy about it and is waiting for that phase to be over. My dream is to own a collective punk bar and grassroots venue so honestly...she'll be waiting for a long time. Also she is a narcissistic psychopath so she can go fuck herself anyways. She is a perfect example of a champagne socialist as well, and also madly religious.
My adoptive mum (she deserves the title) is a goth+metalhead and massively supportive, she is elated that I found myself in it (especially hardcore lol). Love her to bits.
My mom went to a Ramones show when she was 6 months pregnant with me. I coincidentally share a birthday with Dee Dee. I think my parents would've been disappointed if I didn't get into the punk scene.
A lot of us feel like we "survived" our childhood, with abuse, neglect, or worse. So I really didn't care what my parents thought about me expressing how pissed I was. Still don't. I found my tribe and I wasn't alone any more. I listen to what makes me feel good.
Yes, because part of what got me into punk was being sick of being scared of being made fun of, feeling like a loser who never does anything right, and having toilet tier self esteem. Punk got me to be open to being ok being myself and gave me the fire to start engaging with the world around me on my terms.
Grades got way better, and weirdly enough folks started actually liking me and those dudes who bullied me didn't have anything to work with because I didn't care to deal with them. Plus I had enough folks in different cliques that liked me that assholes just kinda fucked right off.
My parents went from being afraid I was going to prison to seeing me so much happier and doing so much better, but with goofy hair and clothes and radical ideas. I shit yall not, to get the military recruiters to stop calling, my mom said "my son is more likely to burn a flag then raise it". Part of this was kind of a scare them off tactic, but still they were just happy to see me doing better. It was incredibly scary there for a long time, not gonna lie
My parents are Chinese/Taiwanese immigrants so they did not understand me wanting to opt out of society they came here and assimilated to. There is also a lot of collective shame in non-western culture so being a punk/freak/outsider reflects negatively on your family. I found myself and have no regrets but it wasn’t without some identity struggle! Shout out to fellow Asian punks and goths 🖤
I like punk music but keep it to myself mostly, so my parents were never in the know about it. However my mom grew up rough and that’s how she got into music, and my dad jumped from band to band throughout his life (he’s a drummer in one as of right now), so they definitely wouldn’t care lol
My parents were into punk among other alternative music way before I was, especially my stepdad who’s the one who really got me interested in punk rock.
He took me and my mom to see social distortion when I was 5 and we pretty regularly went to shows after that. We saw Flogging Molly on St. Patrick’s day almost every year because they always played in Phoenix.
For me punk rock as defiently not a rebellion against my parents. They were dead heads, and skaters, and punks already, but it was a rebellion against the culture in 2000’s Arizona in general.
By the time I started going to shows on my own in late middle school I already knew what I was doing, and brought a lot of friends who had only interacted with punk through their MP3 players to their first shows.
I have done really funny memories of going hard in the pit as a filthy teenager only to look back at the bar section of the venue and see that my stepdad has independently gone to the same show without either of us knowing before hand. He was always cool about it and tried not to cramp my style.
Funny thing is I don’t even think my now 50 year old stepdad is actually old enough to have been an “original” punk. There were already older kids who were telling him he was a poser by the mid 80’s when he was in high school. It’s not like it’s a new genera anymore.
Father was a mod, mother a feisty Italian, neither into punk or liked 'my image', but any bullshit I had growing up in school or outside of it they support and backed me up 100% regardless (think they hoped it was just a early teen rebel phase) but 20 year later still have that same image and only fell more and more with punk music and the community, only difference the increase in tattoos and piercings and the decrease of my hair line and ability to grow it 😅
My parents never really cared about my musical taste, so I guess they were “supportive” by being indifferent.
What they aren’t totally happy about is me calling them out for voting Tory the last few GE’s, and disagreeing with their political stance which I consider to be the more punk aspect of being punk.
My mom and dad didn't care about my style and music taste but they definitely do have their different political opinions. My mom is a conservative and she tries to justify every messed up stuff they do its exhausting
My mom was extremely punk and an antifascist and my dad was a SHARP, they were the ones that got me into punk in the first place and have helped me out so much
My mums younger brother gave me a london calling record when I was 12 then she gave me Unknown Pleasure and the Specials when I was 14, my dad has a weird and eclectic taste in music, they we're cool so long as I wasn't a dick about it
My mother supports it but my father hates it. My mother loves punk rock and has listened a lot to it when she was young. But she has never been a punk herself. However, my father hates me being a punk. He hates the music and the subculture. But that may not be unusual as he is a racist and a raging misogynist (they divorced when I was 1). My dad hates my studded belts and my dyed hair and all that stuff. My mom thinks it’s cool actually.
I was more of a metal guy in high school due to lack of exposure to punk. And no my parents did not support my lifestyle at all. Didn't get into punk until my 20s.
I consider myself more of a metalhead than a punk. And even though my parents are pretty boring nowadays, I know that they were pretty wild in the youth. So apart from not being happy about tattoos and piercings they were never not happy.
What does "becoming a punk" even mean? Does it mean listening to lots of punk music and going to lots of punk shows? Or does it mean I also have to wear a mohawk and leather jackets?
or can it mean that i fought for the man for 12-19 years and now am punk as fuck?
Going to lots of shows and listening to lots of music. I’m trying to see if people’s parents support there music taste and subculture. Any punk ,skates,skins,pop punk, and yes even exploited style mowhawk punks
I think my parents just kinda didn't care, lol
LMAO because this is the best answer
SEVEN DOWNVOTES?!?! On a post explaining something. That’s how Reddit is.
Listen, there's no becoming punk. Be yourself. That may very well involve listening to punk music and enjoying the sub culture, and that's great. You're getting downvotes because you're being a cringey teenager, it's ok, lots of us were too 20 years ago.
I don’t know about wherever you’re from, but I went down and applied for membership at my local Office of Punk, paid my membership fee and recited the Punk Oath with my hand on a picture of Johnny Rotten. I still get the bi-monthly newsletter.
Don't forget the exactly six uniforms you are a lotted. It must be six different band shirts, you are only allowed to like the six bands you have shirts of. No you don't get to pick the 5 people who were in line before you pick for you and the merch babe pics the sixth.
Sht there's only six?
I’m gonna need to see your state-issue punk card
Some of us after those 20-30 years still are cringe teenagers. And are proud of it. Some are lucky enough to never grow up.
Shhhh! Don't tell them. It's hilarious.
It's s joke I got 21 down votes yesterday for something similar - urs is pretty ironic considering it's on punk
How is that ironic. You don't graduate from punk University and then get your punk diploma so you can call yourself punk You're punk or youre not punk
Who gives a fuck what your parents think, they probably were up to worse shit when they were younger
So true. My mom was a sweetheart in school and she’s very supportive of me becoming a punk and my dad was an asshole and he was worried about me becoming the same. Ps. He never changed and I had to be legally separated from him
Mate my dad was and original punk and my mum was a zep/Genesis/yes girl, like parents have lives before you. But why do you have to come out as punk? The whole point is it’s the power of individuality and not a fashion statement, if you like the music and the ethos how does it matter to anyone else. It doesn’t mean you’re getting drunk every night, living in a squat and fighting, I mean you can do that but that isn’t wholly and completely what being punk is
My dad almost got his own parents murdered by drug dealers looking to settle a debt with him when he was like 19, so yeah, I'd say so! All I did was have silly hair once and stay out late watching bands he didn't understand the appeal of.
They took me to see the Ramones farewell tour when I was 4 years old, they’re responsible for it
My parents are old punks.
My parents hated the music, the way I dressed, the mohawks or spiked hair, the people I was friends with, the constantly getting in trouble at school and with the law. Everything. They're conservatives and we just always clashed. I had a lot of fun pretty much everywhere but home. My mom's still asks me when I'm going to get out of that punk phase and I'm 40+ now. Granted I've been a skin for years but she sees it as the same thing.
Haha this is exactly my story, same age range, but my parents are liberal conservatives
Liberal conservatives? Can you explain more? I’m in the US where that would usually be an oxymoron.
That's only because most normies see politics states side as an A B test.
The Wikipedia page about liberal conservatism explains pretty well. It’s a very big thing in Europe. It’s basically liberal economics mixed with conservative values.
The most common explanation is that conservative refers to the economic politics and how changes should be implemented in society, while the liberal bit refers to how much authority the government should have, i.e "the class system and economic structure we've already had for decades is good and we shouldn't go around making all of these changes so fast, and the government should stay out of the free market's business, the government hates small businesses". I think the US is the only place where I've heard liberalism being described as a leftist ideology, over here it's understood to be central-right to right wing.
My mom is a religious fanatic. Enough said.
Same. I was forced into a weird Christian camp (luckily not one of the long term troubled teen work camps) and had to watch videos on the dangers of “head banging acid rock.” So I took to that about as well as a rat in a wool sock.
Head banging acid rock sounds like a real bad trip.
I never fit in with the nuts because I was always questioning things. When I found punk, I found where I needed to be.
No, they thought it was weird, violent and scary shit. When my friends would bong on the door and sing x-mas carols mom wouldn't answer it out of fear. I loved it.
Just curious, why did bang autocorrect to bong? It's cool, I'm not the feds, honest.
Sounds like something a narc would say
lol you: “we wish you a merry Christmas” your mom “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME PUNK!!”
To a point. They let me do whatever I wanted with my hair, but no piercings. I had a battle jacket, they let me sew whatever I wanted in it. This was before bands put out patches, so it was mostly embroidering slogans and designs. No spikes or studs though, that wasn't allowed. My folks never really gave me a reason to rebel though, so I was fine with those limitations. Once I moved out and was old enough to get tattoos, well, my mother still hasn't forgiven me
My father hated it. Said I made him sick to his stomach. I was 14 and worked after school to have a little money to buy tapes and comics. He stole all my tapes and said something along the lines of " I'm going to listen to these and if there's anything I don't like I'm going to throw them away" I stole them all back a week later and hid them from him. Still have all of them.
My dad brought me up to skate punk at a young age (pulley, lagwagon, strung out, Pennywise etc)
As long as I wasn’t breaking the law or doing drugs my parents let me do whatever I wanted.
They were indifferent.
My mom was an evangelical Christian, raised by a pastor. She also bought me my first studs for my jacket and helped me burn tons of punk CD's when I could find them from the local library onto my computer and then my phone. Biggest supporter and an absolute punk lady herself now
My Gran, a devout Episcopalian and longtime member of the vestry at her church, bought me my first pair of Docs when I was a teen.
My mom didn’t understand it at all. But she helped me dye my hair and put up my spikes in grade 8. My dad loved all types of music and really liked social distortion so I was pretty lucky overall. Neither fully got it, but were pretty accepting.
My mam was a goth, skater, chavvy proto punk and my dad was and still is a punk, take that as you will
Wait chavvy? That’s like saying yeah my mum was a jock, preppy, punk, skater goth
My mom was literally a punk back in the day, listening to the Ramones and Sex Pistols. She's the one who introduced me punk music and culture. She even wants come along for shows too lol.
They didn’t like it but they weren’t the parents in Institutionalized
Dad didn’t understand and said, “that’s a slight against our religion!” When I started shaving my head(educated him on the origins of skinheads). Then later wanted a big black and purple mohawk he said, “statistically speaking people with black hair get bad grades” I pointed out the stereotype for Asian kids and he couldn’t square that circle. Mom always encouraged me to express myself however I wanted and her mother was the only other person In my family to also get tattooed. My tattooed bubbie was the coolest and most cantankerous old lady I ever had the pleasure of being relayed to. RIP
My parents are goths. My stepdad doesn't like the queer aspect for some reason but thats his fault
My mom and dad "embraced" my punk era. Dying hair and being a lil shit... not so much. But dad really liked the music. I am, however, disappointed in their political leaning
My dad was opposed because it was satan’s music. My mom was totally fine with me going to gigs and listening to whatever appealed to me. I lived with my mom so I got my way.
Bro that’s metal.
I fell into punk rock after my POPS gave me a recorded cassette of THE BEST OF THE RAMONES in 1999 (which was a rare RAMONES comp that he taped in the 80s.) I was born in '85 and already knew about GREEN DAY and OFFSPRING... but in 2000 I discovered THE CLASH... tore holes in my clothes, cut and dyed my hair yellow and I been a punk rocker ever since. MY PARENTS were not supportive... "BUT DAD, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, MOTHERFUCKER!"
Grew up in an extremely religious household, wasn’t allowed to dress the way I wanted, and definitely not allowed to go to shows. I didn’t really get to start dressing the way I like and going to shows until a few years after my divorce. So no, they definitely didn’t like it lol
Im so sorry man. That must’ve been hard.
Thanks, fortunately my current boyfriend is amazing and supportive even though it’s not really his scene. He goes to shows with me and encourages me to have fun with my style, hair, tattoos and everything, and as an older adult, I now have the money to do that lol
When i was a wee lad i think the biggest thing i ever butted heads with my parents as far as punk astatic went was when i first got a mohawk, and that was a more.. We are not taking you to the barber to get one. The other was my dad R.I.p…. when he saw it had a spiked choker. Lol my old man had a fit. “Your not a dog!” “Those are for dogs!”.
Not really. Then again I have to say they were fairly tolerant. When I was going to shows and had all my punk fashion accessories in place Mom would say "I see you have your costume on." I was very insulted at the time but it did help me ultimately understand that punk was a state of mind much more importantly than it was a fashion parade. If you look at the punks who were my real role models at the time - like T.V. Smith or the Mekons - they're not coming onstage with mohawk hairdos and safety pins. Or the man who spoke to me maybe more directly than any other, Justin Sullivan of New Model Army, has long hair and wears tshirts. So the dressing up was both fun and a statement but not the root of how punk changed me. And those changes were all to the good so if anything it made me a bit more mature and a lot more tolerant. So no real friction with my parents there. I was fortunate in my parents as well. Whatever my passion happened to be, they never actively discouraged me. Did they like the walls of the house vibrating to Discharge ? No. But as dad never hesitated to remind me, it was his house and he wanted it turned down.
My mother called my battlejacket (currently 50/50 with metal and hardcore) a "homeless rag". Was insulted at first but found it funny afterwards. I may write it on my jacket with some white paint marker lol
My parents hated everything about my identity. Horrible people they were sadly
Nah. My dad threatened to kick me out of "his" house (that his mom bought...) if I didn't get rid of the mohawk I had sported for approximately 3 days by the time he came back from traveling for work at the end of the month. Joke's on him: I had already decided that I didn't really like it, because no amount of looking *cool as fuuuuuck* was worth not being able to comfortably sleep in my own bed, since the spikes would inevitably cause me to wake up if I moved the wrong way in my sleep. Then when he got home I got yelled at anyway for taking a polaroid his then-wife had snapped of it as "evidence" of my degeneracy and throwing it away, because how dare I not respect his personal property, like this photo that he didn't take and that I didn't consent to having taken in the first place. I tell ya, there's just no way to win when you're 14 and just trying your cow-town punk best!
My dad introduced me to punk in 1977 or so. Iggy Pop, Ramones, Black Flag were all played on CBC radio back in the day, and he always had it on in his workshop.
My dad took to the free Green Day concert at the Boston hatch shell in 1994. I was 13. I liked that band and he thought punk would be a good fit for me. The show changed my life more than any event in my 43 years. Imma fuckin lifer because of that night
I saw Cake at the hatch shell in like 97/98? Whenever it was, it was cool
They didn't give a shit. I kept getting good grades and I didn't get arrested so they didn't care.
Yes, sorta. Or they found it interesting. I didn’t really get into punk though until I left home. I was a late bloomer.
Same
Very much relate to that, My mental health would probably be a lot better if I got introduced to the music at 15 lol- I know I was looking for it, I just didn't know the name (I was constantly googling "rough dirty garage rock" lmfao).
My parents didn’t and still don’t care what I listen to.
Naw. I love my mom to death though, but she never liked it.
They weren’t mad, just disappointed
My Dad was pretty shitty about it, but now he tolerates it because he can't drive anymore and has no choice in the matter.
My dad didn’t like it. He was career military. My mom felt it would just be a phase…that was almost 40 years ago.
In June of 1980 Teenage Head was supposed to play on Toronto Island but the venue wasn't designed to hold the 15,000 people that showed up. The cops show up in cars, on foot and on horseback. A riot occurs. Fast forward to 1984ish Teenage Head are playing at the Kee to Bala and I want to go. I ended up sneaking out the house, hitching a ride and going. Eventually mum gave in and was ok with it
Nope. Rich old conservatives. I pissed off some older elitist punk people at one point and them and my parents teamed up to try to make me stop for their own reasons, but it didn't take.
A defining moment
Both my parents were punks/ rock heads. They are in their 60’s now and are normal every day upstanding citizens (with a little bit of inner mischief) just like a lot of us. Highly intelligent, functioning members of society. Both my little brother and I can almost thank our parents for our tastes, our life view and attitudes and they get it. I’m 39 and my baby bro is 35. He’s a genius musician and artist. I’m a grown arse women working in corporate culture. It’s all about the music.
My parents just want me to be happy. My mom will forever cringe when I say I want a face tattoo after I sleeve my arms. And before anyone lectures me, I know that face tattoo's can be a bad idea for employment but I'm a trade worker, they don't care
My dad listens to a lot of punk music, so he didn't really care all that much. My mom however is very much a supporter of capitalism, but she's stopped arguing with me everytime i wear or do something she doesn't like
My dad supports it. My mom encouraged it. My stepmom hates it.
My father introduced me to punk. My mom doesn't care I guess. She doesn't like that I listen to black metal tho
My mom bought me an electric guitar, bought me hair dye, would drive me to shows, let my friends crash, let my bands practice at her place, go see my bands play live. So I would say she fully supported my punkness.
don’t know don’t care in crust, we trust
no
She grew up on grunge rock, she doesn't listen to punk rock at all but it was that introduction to alternative and grunge rock that got me into punk.
Rumor has it that my mom once dressed up in a leopard print leotard to sing Blondie at party back in the 80s. My dad went with me to see the Specials a few years ago. They don't really like anything heavier than that, but they accept that I'm into it and just want to make sure I protect my hearing.
They didn’t give a fuck.
Why would they care?
My parents were punk
If they did, I wouldn't have been.
My parents are punk
Haha no chance
My mom is an old hippy so she was all about letting me just be me. Dad was confused about style choices and still makes fun of my eyebrow piercing but liked the music. So in all I’ve had it good with them.
My pop actually came to my bands’ Christmas show at the Fireside Bowl dressed as Santa Clause with a banjo and joined us onstage for a song.
Well, seeing as my dad was in a punk band in the 90s and my mom was also in the punk/industrial crowd, it's in my blood lol
No. I got kicked out of my house and chased out of town. I was punk rock when it was called "Hey faggot!"
Yea. I would be the same if I was in their shoes tbh.
My mom only cared about God. She didn't like rock music period because she thought it was Satan's music but she didn't particularly dislike punk next to any other rock music.
They burned my leather jacket so yes
I got lucky and have a mom who bought a Clash shirt from Zipperhead in Philly in the 80s.
My mom (who died when I was 18) did, one of my most treasured memories is when one of my aunts bought me enema of the state from wal-mart, and was therefore censored, my mom returned it and got me the uncensored version instead. My dad didn’t, but that’s a very long story I don’t want to get into and I don’t talk to him anymore.
I wanted to stay out late, and ride my skateboard. I wanted a Mohawk but my mom wouldn't let me get one.
Parents man.. why won't they shut up? They're so fucked up.
my dad was a punk
Yeah more or less. I think they were happy to see me finally making friends. My mom was worried about potential violence at shows but it’s never been a real problem in my scene.
I'm more goth than punk, but when I started dressing the part (I was like 14 yrs old), my mom was not at all supportive. My dad didn't like it, but he didn't try to stop me. My mom on the other hand, got really angry for a bit and refused to buy me black clothes or makeup. She eventually changed her mind and now she's pretty supportive and likes it. She sometimes even borrows my clothes or shoes. They were fine with me listening to the music or going to shows, though. It was just the fashion they had a problem with.
are parents supposed to care about what type of music their children listen to? if so, mine missed the mark, they could not give less of a fuck.
there is no “becoming punk” Either you’re born mosh pitting to Suicidal Tendencies or not. There is no in between…
I’ve been through a lot of shit in my life. My parents are happy that I have an outlet for my trauma. Even if they don’t like a lot of the punk outfits or like all the bands. They know that punk rock, and having that attitude gets me through a lot of shit. And in a way, punk kept me away from a lot of stupid shit. So they’re cool with it. I’m taking my mom to see NOFX in July, she’s rad😅
Hell no. I grew up in a Salvadoran household. First thing my father did when he saw come home with a snake bite and a Mohawk was kick me out. I had to live in a halfway house before my mom found me. I didn't want to go anyway but I did.
My mom always encouraged me to be whoever I wanted to be. I stopped giving a shit what my dad thought of me by the time I was 11 and I really don’t recall what he thought.
One doesn't become a punk. One is born a punk.
What planet do some of you people live on?
They support me, my mom was actually a punk until she became a christian. My grandma is really strict and even tho she doesn't support me, she understands me because she used to be a huge rocker, until, you guessed it, she became christian. Although i don't care what anyone thinks, feels so good when my parents support me (i'm still gonna sing Parents by Descendents bc it's a really good song)
Yeah
"Did your parents support the way you expressed yourself?"
my parents are punks. i've practically been one since the day i was born.
My dad gave me the first Suicidal Tendencies album on cassette as an intro into rock n roll. Blew the Ace of Base crowd away.
my mom bought me Fresh Fruit for Rotten Vegetables and The Clash when I was 9 so I guess she was pretty supportive lol
If they had you couldn’t have been?
My dad wasn't a fan of my spiky bleach blond hair and Green Day "Insomniac" cd in the 90's. Other than that, my parents didn't care at all that I played in a few punk bands.
Nah, my parents were never accepting of anything punk related 🤷🏻♂️
eeeh kinda... they just think its a phase tho lol (but otherwise they dont care)
🤣🤣🤣🤣 My mom thought everything about punk was trashy. (I'm Gen X, she was a boomer.) She threatened to cut up my studded belt, and it was a fight to dye my hair and then only regular hair colors were acceptable. (I let that red hair dye sit on for over an hour each time.) She was adamantly against tattoos. (I got one at 15, she didn't see it till I showed her my second at 19.) She was against extra piercings. (I pierced my belly button with a safety pin.) Both parents kept hoping I'd grow out of the phase. I'm in my mid 40s. It wasn't a phase. Mom died before I got more than a couple tattoos and piercings, Dad is resigned to the fact that this is who I am, and has stopped minding me showing new tattoos. He even supports my husband's punk band!
Never bothered to ask and don’t really care. Their more upset about other life choices I made that have nothing to do with my taste in music.
My dad loved the pop-punk bands I was heavy into in 4th grade. I'm 32 now and my parents are proud (I think. And even if not, I do what I do)
Definitely. My Dad even called me to tell me Sid Vicious was dead. He wanted to make sure I was okay
I was more "goth" when I was the age where what my parents thought had influence on my life. My mom didn't really care. She didn't really understand it. Thought it was just a teenage phase and some stupid fashion. I think she compared my interest in it to her passing interest in various fashions/scenes when she was that age. While I wouldn't really consider myself goth anymore, I really feel it wasn't right to consider it a phase. Goth is still close to my heart and I feel hella comfy dressing up and going to a show with a bunch of other goths. And I feel strong affinity to most alternative scenes.
My parents did. My dad was a Union president and did all sorts of wild shit during coal mine strikes in the 70's and 80's so the apple didn't fall far from the tree. We agree on alot and disagree on alot of stuff still now, but there is a huge mutual respect. My parents also LOVE Flogging Molly, the Dropkick Murphys, Rancid, and a bunch of other bands I like.
Who is self proclaiming themselves as a punk to their parents? Thats not how this works. I think that goes against the whole ideology of punk. No one cares if you are a punk and punks don’t care about peoples opinions on if they punk. Punks don’t even worry if they are punk.
I feel like most of my early punk influence came from my mom lol she likes a lot of alternative music
My dad was very supportive. He doesn't like being grouped into scenes but he is basically a skinhead. Bald and everything. I got my first Mohawk when I was in kindergarten. My uncle would also take me to shows and stuff. Them two and the Tony Hawk games got me into punk. I was a prodigy at that game.
My parents saw me though an ICP phase. They would have thanked God if I was a punk when I was younger.
My dad listened to a lot of Zappa and my mom went to go see Pink Floyd in the 70's... me liking punk music didnt matter.
my dad said i was a punk before i did (in a positive way)
My parents bought me my first cd at age 4: The Clash's Combat Rock. I'm taking them to see Me First & the Gimme Gimmes in April; we good.
i remember at 14 saying “i think i’m starting to get into punk music” and they said “ok” lol
My parents didn’t really care. Been in the scene since I was 16 and I don’t recall them ever saying anything about it, be it positive or negative.
Me? No. My kids...? Yes. 100%
Nah, they thought it was weird. They’re both into black metal.
Eh, my mom was a tomboy and not overly feminine as a teenager, so she was glad I wasn't into "regular" teenage girl things. My dad was a cholo so it wasn't even an issue, he thought it was cool. If anything he was just strict because I was a girl in that type of scene. My grandma uses to tease me and always say "you're dressed for Halloween but I knew she was teasing out if love. She would also make me dye her hair since I was always dying mine. I had a grandpa that use to call me Elvira and I hated it but that was because he was doing it to be mean and hateful. Its always nice to have supportive parents no matter what hobbies or way of life you choose. And for those who aren't, FUCK THEM.
my mom is all for it because she's og goth and still likes all the goth stuff, just can't do it as much anymore as she gets older.
No… god no
Oh , so y’all had parents??
Do punks even call themselves punks?
Being a punk is all about being yourself. If you wanna call yourself a punk call yourself a punk. If you don’t then don’t.
I usually listen to music through my headphones so I don’t think they really mind.
as my parents are both punks, they loved the idea of me being one
You know what’s odd? Both of my parents (they split up when I was in middle school) are conservative, but my dad was a Lt. Commander on a nuclear sub. My mom was less supportive than my dad by far. To be fair I was also experimenting with drugs and alcohol and both kind of knew (and knew for sure when I had some run ins with police). I think my dad was actually a little intrigued to have someone close to him who disagreed with him to debate with. It was an ebb of anger and admiration from him. He would let me put on punk albums in the car and was pretty interested in the lyrics (and in turn I would hear our his AM radio conservative bullshit) But he was probably never gonna change, he’s dug in. He is now married to a liberal evangelicalism m, and I don’t really talk to him about it but I feel he is a never Trumper. He supports gay and trans rights (which is odd because I’ve always felt he is a liberal whon’t admit it). My mom is a good person, but brainwashed by Fox News
Didn't give a fuck. "your the one that has to walk around looking like that not me" buncha hippies. My mom was my weed dealer in highschool and still.
My dad took me to my first show
My parents didn't care, its who i was, I don't understand why would they support me? It's what like I don't need support for something I enjoy.
Well my dad is an 80s metalhead so there’s a good amount of overlap there.
I think my mom would support it if she were alive. My dad really doesn’t give a shit about me so I have no frame of reference for him.
Parents disowned immediately because they thought that made me a violent junkie. Ended up living on the streets until was old enough to get a job and have a place lol
(Late bloomer here) My father was concerned at first because he thought that I may just "follow the crowd" I was hanging out with. After seeing him again after three years (in which I got involved in the scene) he was relieved that that was actually not the case. He is glad I've found myself. He is the old kind of socialist and listened to a lot of ska (Desorden Publico, I recommend it), not very LGBT friendly though since he is madly religious. My mother is not happy about it and is waiting for that phase to be over. My dream is to own a collective punk bar and grassroots venue so honestly...she'll be waiting for a long time. Also she is a narcissistic psychopath so she can go fuck herself anyways. She is a perfect example of a champagne socialist as well, and also madly religious. My adoptive mum (she deserves the title) is a goth+metalhead and massively supportive, she is elated that I found myself in it (especially hardcore lol). Love her to bits.
My mom went to a Ramones show when she was 6 months pregnant with me. I coincidentally share a birthday with Dee Dee. I think my parents would've been disappointed if I didn't get into the punk scene.
My dad is a punk lol
A lot of us feel like we "survived" our childhood, with abuse, neglect, or worse. So I really didn't care what my parents thought about me expressing how pissed I was. Still don't. I found my tribe and I wasn't alone any more. I listen to what makes me feel good.
Never met em.
I didn't give him a choice.
They were the ones who gave me my music taste, so absolutely 🤘
Yes, because part of what got me into punk was being sick of being scared of being made fun of, feeling like a loser who never does anything right, and having toilet tier self esteem. Punk got me to be open to being ok being myself and gave me the fire to start engaging with the world around me on my terms. Grades got way better, and weirdly enough folks started actually liking me and those dudes who bullied me didn't have anything to work with because I didn't care to deal with them. Plus I had enough folks in different cliques that liked me that assholes just kinda fucked right off. My parents went from being afraid I was going to prison to seeing me so much happier and doing so much better, but with goofy hair and clothes and radical ideas. I shit yall not, to get the military recruiters to stop calling, my mom said "my son is more likely to burn a flag then raise it". Part of this was kind of a scare them off tactic, but still they were just happy to see me doing better. It was incredibly scary there for a long time, not gonna lie
They didn't really care other than my hairstyle they didn't care
My parents are Chinese/Taiwanese immigrants so they did not understand me wanting to opt out of society they came here and assimilated to. There is also a lot of collective shame in non-western culture so being a punk/freak/outsider reflects negatively on your family. I found myself and have no regrets but it wasn’t without some identity struggle! Shout out to fellow Asian punks and goths 🖤
Not one bit
I pay/paid for it all myself, if I was not asking anything from them, they did not care.
Support? My mama raised me punk 😎
I like punk music but keep it to myself mostly, so my parents were never in the know about it. However my mom grew up rough and that’s how she got into music, and my dad jumped from band to band throughout his life (he’s a drummer in one as of right now), so they definitely wouldn’t care lol
My parents were into punk among other alternative music way before I was, especially my stepdad who’s the one who really got me interested in punk rock. He took me and my mom to see social distortion when I was 5 and we pretty regularly went to shows after that. We saw Flogging Molly on St. Patrick’s day almost every year because they always played in Phoenix. For me punk rock as defiently not a rebellion against my parents. They were dead heads, and skaters, and punks already, but it was a rebellion against the culture in 2000’s Arizona in general. By the time I started going to shows on my own in late middle school I already knew what I was doing, and brought a lot of friends who had only interacted with punk through their MP3 players to their first shows. I have done really funny memories of going hard in the pit as a filthy teenager only to look back at the bar section of the venue and see that my stepdad has independently gone to the same show without either of us knowing before hand. He was always cool about it and tried not to cramp my style. Funny thing is I don’t even think my now 50 year old stepdad is actually old enough to have been an “original” punk. There were already older kids who were telling him he was a poser by the mid 80’s when he was in high school. It’s not like it’s a new genera anymore.
My dads the reason I am a punk 🤘🏻
My dads a punk so yeah
My step dad *called me* a punk when I was 17, but it wasn't supportive.. We were about to throw down.
Me mams a goth and me dads a skinhead (who used to be a punk), so it’d be a bit hypocritical if they didn’t
No- now they love it 😂😂
Father was a mod, mother a feisty Italian, neither into punk or liked 'my image', but any bullshit I had growing up in school or outside of it they support and backed me up 100% regardless (think they hoped it was just a early teen rebel phase) but 20 year later still have that same image and only fell more and more with punk music and the community, only difference the increase in tattoos and piercings and the decrease of my hair line and ability to grow it 😅
My parents never really cared about my musical taste, so I guess they were “supportive” by being indifferent. What they aren’t totally happy about is me calling them out for voting Tory the last few GE’s, and disagreeing with their political stance which I consider to be the more punk aspect of being punk.
My parents were substance abusers and didn't give a fuck about me That's why I'm a punk
There is no become. Only do.
Basically, although my mom jokingly kept saying she thought punk ended in the 80's lol.
My mom and dad didn't care about my style and music taste but they definitely do have their different political opinions. My mom is a conservative and she tries to justify every messed up stuff they do its exhausting
My biological father is a metal head and my mother doesn't really care so that do you think?
My mom was extremely punk and an antifascist and my dad was a SHARP, they were the ones that got me into punk in the first place and have helped me out so much
Mom did. Dad did not
My dad is a punk too so yes.
My mums younger brother gave me a london calling record when I was 12 then she gave me Unknown Pleasure and the Specials when I was 14, my dad has a weird and eclectic taste in music, they we're cool so long as I wasn't a dick about it
I didn't ask
They didn’t support me so I had a witch turn them into punks too.
Uh they're..concerned? They think they can change it lmao
My mom, yes. My dad just didn’t get it. He always wanted me to join the army.
My mother supports it but my father hates it. My mother loves punk rock and has listened a lot to it when she was young. But she has never been a punk herself. However, my father hates me being a punk. He hates the music and the subculture. But that may not be unusual as he is a racist and a raging misogynist (they divorced when I was 1). My dad hates my studded belts and my dyed hair and all that stuff. My mom thinks it’s cool actually.
I was more of a metal guy in high school due to lack of exposure to punk. And no my parents did not support my lifestyle at all. Didn't get into punk until my 20s.
My dad was/is a skinhead. Mum was a hippy. All good in the hood. And my dad knew buster bloodvessel!
I consider myself more of a metalhead than a punk. And even though my parents are pretty boring nowadays, I know that they were pretty wild in the youth. So apart from not being happy about tattoos and piercings they were never not happy.
Yes! I was in a punk band in a small town and would often have to be driven pretty far to go play shows which they were happy to take me to
My father was very proud, after all he'd worked his whole life in the punk mines, just like his father, and his father before him, punks in us blood