To make a measurement.
I watched Instrument, the Fugazi documentary, the other night while Elle and her Mom looked at bridesmaid dresses and flower arrangements. It made me cringe at moments, watching Ian grab kids and escort them off stage for spitting or starting fights. It also made me proud. As small as punk always was for me, it was always split down the middle at shows: people who wanted to have fun and for everyone around them to have fun and then peop;e who were there to work out demons, to shove people around, and celebrate their inadequacies as human beings with the crowd. I was of the former camp.
Anyhow, the video is pretty amazing and made me want to get back in a van and drive again. Any takers? I can scream, shot, and play tambourine,
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You can shout and shake a tambourine in my band.
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