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December 3rd, 2018 @ 10:31 am
picture it. flushing, queens, 1997…
a confused, young girl in love is finally being exposed to her musical preferences that will set the tone for the rest of her life. a sexy brown boy, skateboard readily in hand, ball chain around neck with airwalks on is showing her what actual punk rock is. he shows her ska-punk as well, and she embraces it with open arms.
NO… punk rock is not green day (i still have a hard time calling green day punk, no matter if all of us 70s/80s babies came through that rite of passage or not), and 15 year old me is confused.
“BUT THEY HAVE BLUE AND GREEN HAIR…?” – her brain says
(still at that point, only actual rocker people had weird colour hair)
…he paves the way.
bands like rancid, goldfinger, bloodhound gang, no doubt, etc., but getting to the point here… NOFX.
the moment i heard “i heard they suck live!!”, i was hooked. the only exposure i had to punk that i can remember growing up was the ramones and green day (again, i thought it was straight up punk). while the ramones were definitely more punk than GD, this was different. this was faster, grosser and more vulgar. also: there were horns?!
i heard this live album before i heard the actual albums these songs came off of, and still to this day, the album versions don’t sound correct to me. this album is offensive as shit, but i always found it funny (ie: together in the sand, they talk about fucking your mother and then called her a hoe – i now know that slut shaming is wrong)
anyways, this album is going to be 25 next year (EW! plz kill me, i’m old), and i was thinking to myself about how fucking rad it would be if fat mike and the guys would do a 25 year anniversary show for it. i would be there in a heartbeat, with my beavis and butthead remote in hand (YES, I STILL HAVE MINE, AND YOU WILL ONLY UNDERSTAND IF YOU KNOW THIS ALBUM LIKE THE BACK OF YOUR HAND).
i made these absolutely ridiculous earrings yesterday (yep, from my actual 90s CD insert), which inspired me to listen to it while i straightened my glorious mane last night. in addition, it inspired me to post this. so, if fat mike + co., if you find this before 2020, please do this.
picture it. times square, 2016…
jessica and two co-workers are on their way to see the gin blossoms live at bb kings (I KNOOOWWWW…. how un-punk of us, lol). we are in search of sustenance, when a co-worker suggests a restaurant that is too packed to even bother. as soon as we step out, a man with a red mohawk steps in front of us. male co-worker and i look at each other at the same time, trying to hold in our energy and excitement. female co-worker is like “WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU 2?”. we walk behind the mohawked man for half a block and i’m like “do we say hi?”, and he’s like “um, yes”, but does nothing, so i go for it. i flag him down and ask for a picture. mind you, aside from my hair, we do NOT look like a pair of punks. we had just come from work, so he’s probably like “why do these people want a pic with me?”. i wound up saying “hey mike!”, so i guess he put two and two together and obliges the pic and then chats us up with some small talk. i’m star struck because i always am, and my adrenaline filled ass actually asks him where he’s off to. :facepalm:
at any rate, i got this out of the ordeal:
July 27th, 2018 @ 6:00 pm
i got an invite from ladies love project to take part in a pop-up shop next weekend, but it fell through due to family illness or something with the curator. i was kinda hyped bc i always love doing LLP pop-up shops – i meet awesome people there, drink & eat the best goods and make a nice lil bit o $$$. it also would have motivated me, as i’ve kinda fallen off the jewelry thang. i mean, i make stuff here and there, but i really need to photograph/edit and add to the site. i’ve been so lazy in this apartment bc i can’t fully unpack all of my supplies. i just have no damn room.
anyways, if you’re feeling shoppy, check out UNRULEDclub. maybe i’ll add some new shit this weekend. 🙂
January 22nd, 2015 @ 11:28 am
i often whine about missbehave magazine no longer existing… mainly because it was a MASSIVE inspiration to/for me back in the mid 2000’s. that time in my life was like a 2nd coming of age for me. i found my comfort zone in my adult life, creative life and career. i started working on graphic design and web design again, i met jes, i got really big into graff, i broke up with andrew, i loved working on myspace contact tables, i found new music, i got pierced and started getting tattoos, i bought jewelry and clothing i wanted… i basically evolved into the stu i am today… it was just a very creative, colourful, inspiring time… and missbehave happened to be HUGE at that time.
while my ex had subscriptions to mass appeal and juxtapoz, missbehave was thrown into the mix. he would go through them, and then i would steal them and cut them into pieces. i was big into collaging back then. my bedroom walls, canvases, graphic design, etc. – unfortunately, that’s where all of my missbehave mags went… i cut them to pieces to use for art (RIP). i regret doing this now, because i can’t lay around in my bed reading them, and looking at all of the rad/kitschy fonts and graphic design that would inspire me to start doing graphic design and making more t-shirts. i can however (CREEEEEEEEEEP) refer to the waybackmachine to read old posts. one in particular SUUUUUUUUUUUUUPER bummed me out.
clicky click here, then continue reading.
while missbehave is continually missed, even in the year 2014 (just look at how many pins exist), between all the (PACKED) events that took place, and the famous people that they had on their covers, and all of the radness that they brought into peoples lives… that article existed.
despite what i thought they were raking in with the print mag $$$, the deeper i dug into their old website, the crazier it seemed that their posts only averaged 15-30 comments (i’m being generous with the 30).
that is AWFUL. so fucking sad, awful, lazy and what the fuckish. how lazy and weird are we as website visitors/readers (i’m guilty of this as well), that we don’t regularly interact in comments?! even on my websites, it’s a rarity that i get comments – but i still get hits, so people are in fact reading. i’ve had personal websites and blogs since the 90’s, and the only time i had a high number of regular comments was when i had a static webcam to bring in hits (no, i was never nude) or when my little community of fellow cam folks existed.
so there’s a massive group of ladies that REALLY want missbehave to return, but it seems like we didn’t know what we had until it was gone. open your mouths and be online friends, people.
nowadays, my instagram is the same shit. i rarely post selfies, and when i do… 100+ likes. if i post a picture my jewelry or something that is edited nicely and artsy fartsy, i average 20-40 likes.
especially when it comes time to my jewelry, that shit is deflating.
I HAVE OVER 570 FOLLOWERS – MOSTLY PEOPLE THAT I KNOW IN REAL LIFE.
man, people are fucking weird.