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This page was created by me. And in case you are wondering who 'me' is, I will tell you. I am a 16 year old female. And what's more, I attend an all girls private school. Surprised?. Well you should be. Apart from myself and one other of my friends, I know not another one person under the age of 18 who shares my deep fascination with punk rock music. However, I don't just like the music. I was unknowingly living my life by what most people recognise as 'punk' values, before I knew such music existed. As much as I believe my ideals and morals (or lack there of) are almost entirely now 'punk' based, I would never consider myself 'hardcore'. When I think of 'hardcore' I usually think of people who take their punk existence to the point of arrogance, and ignore everyone else who isn't punk enough for them. However, I do like 'hardcore' punk music.

On Concerts I spend as much of my time as possible going to festivals and concerts. It's a passion of mine I guess. The whole pulsating, steamy mass of unorganised chaos, that we so lovingly refer to as the mosh pit, draws me, like a fly to dog shit. And it I had if my way, I would go to one at least once a week. But unfortunately, here in Brisbane, that is not an option. During the summer, if I really try, I can usually find about three to five suitable concert events to which I can convince my parents to drive me to.
So far this summer, 1998/1999, I have managed four. The first was Oct 4th at LIVID '98, a pop/alternative festival held in Brisbane. It wasn't amazingly thrilling, but it was good enough. I didn't see many bands. Among the Australian band contingent, I saw the Living End, Grinspoon (both for the third time), and Nancy Vandal. And from the United States, the ever offensive, Guttermouth.
The second event of my summer, Nov 19th, was the Rancid concert. In support were the Porkers and the Living End (fourth time). The concert was pretty good. Not one of the best I've seen, but it's near the top of my favourites.
The third was the best. On the 17th of December 1998, I went to the Chelsea Club in Brisbane to see the Vandals in concert. We got there early, and had to wait about half an hour before we got in. When we got in the first support band was a local, Mach Pelican. Then they were followed by Assorted Jellybeans. Then came the best forty-five minutes to an hour of concert that I have ever seen. The Vandals went off, and that's about the only way I can describe it. They worked the crowd really well, and my friend's highlight, was reaching up and having a grab of Warren's balls. I think we all wish for that in a concert. You should have seen his expression! Classic. And he couldn't figure which one of us it was. One of the guys behind us, pissed himself with laughter, exclaiming what a dirty little girl she was. I'd give anything to live through that concert again.
The latest was the Warped tour of the Gold Coast. I purchased my ticket at a time when I thought Bad Religion were going to be there. I think close to a month passed before I found out otherwise. I was really PISSED about that. And I should've taken that cancellation as a sign of things to come. Anyway, like the ticket said, we turned up at Doug Jennings Park on the Spit at about 11am on January the 3rd. We rolled up, to be greeted by an empty park, except for about twenty port-a-loos, and a container load of bins. So we left and rang around a little until we found out that the date had been changed, to the next day. Eventually we got there, and it was pretty crap. We saw Suicidal Tendencies and later got the singer's signature. Also, we saw MxPx and Pennywise. Most of the day, we just couldn't be bothered. The highlight for me was seeing the Australian band Bantha Fodder for the second time, and then buying one of their shirts and getting it signed by all but one member of the band.

On Music A lot of the time the music genre 'ska', seems to be paired quite a bit with punk. Now I consider myself relatively open minded, but I have never really ever liked ska, and probably never will. That does not mean that because a band has, or continues to play ska, that I automatically judge them negatively. Except for my few favourites, I judge all bands on a song-by-song basis. I don't like some people's automatic write-off of bands, because one or two of their singles become popular. The reason I say that is probably because of my favourite bands. A lot of people may say that one them in particular, is not punk because that they are popular. And that thinking goes well with the idea that, 'punk stops being punk, when you're getting paid'. Now comes the part where I name my favourite bands, and I can almost hear the thoughts of criticism already. My absolute favourite is The Offspring. I know no reason for this. I own all their CDs, and then some. I have seen them live once, and anticipate seeing them again. My other favourites include Bad Religion, A.F.I., Vandals and Rancid. My favourite record label (???) is Nitro. Am I the only person out there that has a favourite record label?

On Ethics (Sex and Drugs and Rock n Roll!) In the past, I have often been quick to judge, people as well as music. When I look at my own morals, I believe that they are pretty twisted in some ways. However, one of my main convictions lies in appropriate apparel. Usually most of the time I spend outdoors is spent in jeans and T-shirts. Even in the midst of soaring summer temperatures, I never clothe myself in less than knee length shorts, and 'girlie' T-shirt (I really hate that term, 'girlie', It makes me want to vomit). I do not do this in compromise to my own comfort. I seem to have a relatively high tolerance to heat, and so wearing all black never bothers me.
Obviously as times move on, fashions change, and people are more than ever obsessed with their appearances, though many pretend that they aren't. For teenage females, the most important and time consuming occupation, is finding themselves a guy. So they all strut around in next to nothing, usually showing off extremely fragile looking legs and underdeveloped breasts. And when I walk around the mall on weekends, I can practically see the teenage boys rubbing their hands together in anticipation of the easy job ahead.
Now I have come to realise that many of these girls are not sluts.Many are just misguided victims of the fashion industry and bad American soap operas. The young population of Australia seems to be more than ever, looking to America, for the dictation on how to dress and behave. It's not entirely their fault, however. It seems almost the entire globe follows the Americans. I cannot deny that most of my own influences have come from the Land of the Free. In fact, my most significant sources of inspiration have stemmed from good ol' California (the reasons for which should be obvious).
Now my stand on drugs. I suppose I can't say too much, I have relatives and figures of authority that may visit this page. I wouldn't want any of them actually reading too much into my thoughts on the matter. But what I will say is that:- if people want to do drugs, why not let them do it. It's similar to smoking. People know it's bad for them, but they do it anyway. I couldn't care less. If marijuana is illegal, why isn't tabacco? Or any form of alcohol for that matter. Some leader out there has to one day wake up and sniff the cocaine. Drugs are here to stay, and almost nothing any one can do will make them go away. Locking people up or punishing them for just having it on their persons, is wrong. And a permanent police record can destroy a life just as effectively as a herion overdose. Are there only a few in the world that realise that?

On Myself and My country
I'm not sure how many people out there can sit back and tell themselves that they are totally pleased with who they are and what they look like. I am no different. Whilst my appearence is of relatively little importance, I am always strongly questioning my values and my morals. I constantly rethink all the judgements I make of people and cultures, but I still find myself hating what I think. I wish that I could accept people for what or who they are. But it frustates me when I hear of racial discrimination or the like. The only large distinction that I ever make between people, is sex. I live in Australia. At the moment there are some really fucked up things are going on. All of them are based around race. I risk being controversial when I say that I believe that the Australian government is at fault for perpectuating the problem, and for allowing right-winged bigots to become part of our governing system. Any Australian reading this would probably think I am refering to Pauline Hanson, however I don't think she is smart enough to become a possible threat to anything. She just provided a way for some unhappy Australians to vent their frustrations. I am however, refering to the narrow-minded racsists that joined the One Nation party in the hopes of eradicating immigration and the like. It really frustrates me just how fucked up it all is.

The End
Living in Australia leaves me sheltered in a way. As yet we have have no one trying really hard to censor our music. No one should ever take away our freedom of choice, because that is the most important thing that anyone can have. I just hope that in the future, I can continue to say what I want, listen to the music that I like, go to the concerts I want, and live to fulfil some of my dreams. That's all I feel there is to life.

That's all I want.