So, yesterday my friends (I do have some... though rare and often living out of state), my husband and I all went out. For those familiar with the Atlanta area, we went into Little Five Points for dinner. The dinner was not the purpose of going out. No no. Little Five Points only served as a jump off point to our true destination. It also served as a bit of an energizer for the starving Utopia fresh home from work.

I digress.

My friends and I decided that we needed a dose of punk. We all went out to a place called Lenny's Bar that has become the local dive bar/punk bar music for an infusion of some kick assness. We went because there were some bands we wanted to see playing. The first band was not Punk as Fuck. They were dangling chodes wishing they were something resembling rock. The coolest part of the first band was that the lead singer was dressed sort of like Doctor Who ... he also sounded like Frank Black which was a touch unnerving. Aside from that, they sucked ass. I thought the drummer was going to jam one of his broken sticks into the singers anus and cackle as his rectum was gouged with splinters. You could tell the lead singer was very into himself and had spent quite a while posing in front of his mirror trying to be cool. He got up on the drummers bass drum and half broke the guys toms. What a fucktard. I gained new respect for the drummer when he had to remove his now unstable toms and proceeded to finish their set without them. He was punk as fuck, but everyone else was just a fuck.

The second band was the band we went to go and see. It was an all chick punk band. They were tight. Damn, they had their shit down. You could tell they had spent months practicing. They didn't need visual signals or anything. They kicked some ass. The band was made of three rather... large women who were a cross between punk and grunge. It worked for them. The singer had this little mousy-girly voice when she spoke, but when she sang it made me swoon from the excellent blend of Pat Benetar and Joan Jett that came belting out of her. They sounded like L7... except bitchier, more angsty, and possibly more menopausal. They were not punk as fuck... they were punk as cunts. It was most excellent.

I felt rather out of place at the bar as I was not wearing black and I was young when compared to the rest of this very old school punk crowd. I had come directly from work and was obviously not wearing anything that remotely ressembled punk. But, that was okay... everyone was very laid back and accepted me into their fold. There was a girl there who looked like she belonged in an Avril Lavigne video except she was hot. Crazy hot. She was there with her girlfriend. I love hot lesbians. They make me warm and fuzzy inside. My friends, Revni and Lynch* were friends with the bassist of the chick punk band. So we talked with them for a little bit before we all cleared out (including the band), because we all had to get up early.

I love punk music. Love it. There is little better in the world than sitting about with a nice Guinness in a loud, smokey bar listening to chicks scream punk**. I love people watching at these places. I know I don't fit in there, but it's okay.

I am punk as fuck.

Fuck fashion.

Fuck stringy hair.

Fuck big boots.

Fuck you.

And Fuck me too.

I am punk as cunt.

Posted by Utopia at January 20, 2006 09:55 AM

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