Sunday, November 12, 2023

the upstairs tenant called me a loser this morning for blaring vic chesnutt.

ok.

where's the drop, huh?

apparently, this record (which has guy picciotto on guitar and the mt zion orchestra as backup) was not punk enough for her. i didn't even bring it up, i just got randomly berated for not being punk enough due to what i was listening to, and the record just happened to have guy picciotto playing on it, for fuck's sakes. she had no idea, clearly, but she probably doesn't know who he is, anyways. i wasn't actually trying to be punk at the time, i was just getting some exercise on the bicycle. i know from experience that jello biafra is not punk enough for her, either. i think she believes that green day is real punk and that being a punk is the same thing as being a meth addict; i don't do meth, so i'm therefore not punk. i wanna be sedated, indeed. the woman is a complete dumbass.

even if you accept a corporatized, watered down, grohlianesque concept of punk in context for brevity's sake, and use some other term like hardcore for what i'd consider to be punk rock, who invented that before it got mass marketed as 'emo'? guy fucking picciotto.

it's the irony i'm struck by, because she was sure i was being totally unpunk by listening to this country record and needed to assert superiority over me for it. alas.