Snapshots Taken from Animated Conversations (Vox Pop, Brooklyn, New York).
One pomegranate lemonade and a smoke. After showing D the cover of American Hardcore, he rattles off bands, the basics: Reagan Youth, Black Flag, X, Minor Threat. And so on.
The bald forty-something in a black cap.
“Ever seen MacKaye live?”
“Yeah, lots of times. It was great.”
He talks about the times as they were, original and paired with unbridled fury. Reagan was a big part of a small scene; Everyone needs a flesh and bone dartboard.
Apparently, an Alex with ovaries is made of tougher stuff. He says, stick with Allie. It fits. Alex? Not unless you have a crew cut and leather boots.
“If you’re going to come to the city and reinvent yourself, do it right.”
In my sleeping state, my unconscious warns, “there’s nothing left for you in the place you called home.”
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