I know I killed this blog back in September. I decided to bring it back. Because things are always better when they come back, right? There is a bit of housekeeping to take care of.
- I’ve spent the last eight months removing myself from all the PR lists I was on. I never intended to start this back up. That said, I don’t have access to advance stuff. It is what it is.
The Tumblr I used to have as a mirror for this blog is gone. I deleted it a number of months ago and someone else scooped up the name almost immediately. I didn’t intend on bringing this shit back, so chalk that up to my own shortsightedness. There is a Team Reasonable on Tumblr, but it is not me anymore. I messaged them to get it back, but it probably won’t happen.
- I’m probably not going to be exclusively covering stuff on the greater punk spectrum. It will still make up the majority of posts, but me feeling limited and stuck was why I stopped to begin with. Don’t be surprised if you see a post outside those bounds.
- I’m sticking to just reviews again. Song of the week is on hold for now. I might bring it back once I get in the swing of things.
Other than that, updates occur when they occur. You know how I do.
UPDATE 8/21/18: I have a mirror of this blog up on Tumblr, if anyone still fucks with that site. It’s a slightly different URL than the one I used to have.
This blog just hit it’s five year anniversary. Well, it did earlier this month. I kind of missed it. I don’t have a whole lot to say about it, but I wanted to mention it briefly. It’s certainly not a big deal in any real way, but whatever.
A lot has happened since I started doing this shit back in 2010. I’ve moved three times, two of those being within the last year. I got diagnosed with multiple sclerosis back in August of 2011, and have had a few relapses/flare ups/whatever since then. That’s actually the main reason I end up taking as many breaks as I do. The other reason is that I just get burned out. I could go into more detail, but that isn’t really the tone for this post.
I want to use this post to say thanks. Thanks to the bands who have emailed me about their new records. I probably didn’t respond because I’m terrible at emailing people back. But I listened to your records, and probably really liked them. Thanks to the labels and PR companies who continue to email me things, in spite of all the breaks I end up taking. I’m just a dude running a small blog, it’s nice to know that that kind of counts for something. And thanks to the people who read the shit I write. I’m not very good, and there aren’t a whole lot of you, but thanks all the same.
I’ve touched on this before, but I like keeping things small. This whole thing is just me, and I only like talking about things I like. I don’t see a reason to write about shit that sucks. I don’t do it, and have only done it two or three time in the past. I think that’s important. It’s easy to shit on things you don’t like, but you should use that energy to promote the things you do like instead.
So, yeah. Shit. It’s been five years. Doing better than I had planned. I don’t know how much longer I’ll keep this up. I turned 30 back in May. I don’t want to become that weird old guy yelling about punk rock on the internet. I don’t know. I think I’ve got a few more years in me though. Let’s see how it goes.
So, today it was announced that Pastepunk.com was shutting down. This might not be huge news outside of the “people who read punk website” set, but it is huge to me. When I first got stoked on punk rock, there were two sites I checked daily. PunkRocks was one, and Pastepunk was the other. Both of those site are now done, and it is a goddamn shame.
I have been reading Pastepunk for over a decade, even after it became heavy on strict hardcore and metal bands (despite my general ambivalence to the former, and general dislike of the latter). The reason is because I grew fond of the people doing it. I liked going back and reading the old columns. Jordan Baker always had good ones (my favourite was “Attention: Distributor Of Scene Points”), as did Tami Ryan. Punknews is great, but it doesn’t allow itself to have the personality that Pastepunk (or PunkRocks for that matter) had.
I started high school in 1999. As is the case with a lot of people, I really got into punk rock while in high school. I missed the mid-90’s punk stuff because I was too young to understand it (I was only nine or ten when records like Dookie, Smash, and Stranger Than Fiction came out and brought mainstream attention. Never mind the older stuff). After an awkward phase of radio alternative rock and nu-metal in the late 90s, I finally discovered punk. From then I was on a mission to find new things. Pastepunk was right up my alley.
Most punk sites and blogs want to be Punknews, which is fine. I want to be Pastepunk. My ultimate goal, if I could find a way to balance content and quality here, is to accomplish just half of what Pastepunk did. I want to provide to some young punk kid with what Jordan Baker and his contributors provided to me. I’ll probably never be that good, but it is my goal. While my tastes diverged from what they were covering, Pastepunk was hugely important in my growth as a music fan. It was where I fully formed my love for the forbidden beat.
Thanks a bunch Jordan. Broken Lamps And Hardcore Memories was fucking great.
So, it has been quite some time since I last did a review or any kind of update here. So, I figured I would just give a brief run down of how shit has been here at HQ.
Back in the beginning of August, I was told I have multiple sclerosis. So, you know, medical bills have managed to send me about $5000 in the hole. All for medical care that I’m really not sure I want to begin with. So, that has made things kind of weird. In the back of my mind, I am thinking about the myriad of issues stemming from MS that I will likely have to deal with. On top of that, I have been moved back to third shift at work, so I am still trying get used to it.
Anyway, I have a bunch of shit set to review, and will certainly get to it very soon. Probably this weekend I will have something.