Monday, February 25, 2008

When The Punks Are United

Last Thursday night was a bitter-sweet night… Thursday marked the very last punk rock gig to play at The Galaxy Theater. The Galaxy Theater has been around for a long time now & has been a huge provider in punk rock entertainment in Orange County for all ages. There really isn’t a lot of “All-Ages” venues left anymore around O.C. like there were in my day… it is sad that the kids today wont ever know punk rock shows the way I did when I was growing up. I am sad to say that The Galaxy Theater will be closing their doors to every show thereafter… the clubs lease is up & not up for renewal, someone else will be taking over & there is talk about it being some shitty trendy club… like we don’t have enough of them around!

On Thursday night TSOL, D.I., Agent Orange, Manic Hispanic, Shattered Faith, Dain Bramaged & others graced us with their presence at the Galaxy. It was a huge benefit show to raise money for Chicken’s Chemotherapy. Chicken is the guitarist for D.I. and he has cancer but no insurance, like most musicians.

I am really struggling right now for the right words to describe last night, I may end up changing this blog around over & over again before I post it just because there are no perfect words to describe such a perfect night. This was truly the best punk show that I have ever been to in my life. The last punk show that really touched me like this was when I saw A Chorus of Disapproval play when I was 16 years old (I am 33 now!).

There was so much unity in the place that night and there were only 2 fights that broke out & no skinheads! Yeah! I am so incredibly proud to be a part of the punk rock scene now for over 20 years… what an incredible thing I belong to. I don’t think that any other group of people are so united or accepting than punks. I am a Christian & Christians aren’t even as united or accepting as the punk rock scene is. It is basically, “Come as ye are, all ye who are against the grain!”

I remember being in High School and some of the groups or races seemed to be really segregated, however us little punk rockers in the corner were happy to accept anyone to our little group. We didn’t care what race, color or how you dressed, as long as you were your own person & against the grain that was all that mattered. I don’t think any other group can say they are like that. Now I do admit there is a little difference with the kids today in the scene… they are a little rough around the edges & to not say the pit. They seem to think that slam dancing is actually slam punching these days & I really think some of us old punks should put these kids in check. There hasn’t been a sense of unity with the young punks today but I really believe that the old punks that night that were at this gig really showed these kids what being punk rock was all about.

I have to say that I actually did fill up with tears a couple of times that night… every band that played that night were personal friends of D.I. and none of them were getting paid for the venue and punk musicians barely make anything as it is… they paid for the venue out of their own pockets and kept the proceeds of the ticket sales to give to Chicken. Chicken & his wife both came up to give their thanks for everything & I just really wanted to ball my eyes out just because of how touched I was. I have never seen The Galaxy so packed in all these years, it was insane! That night the last count they announced was over $19,000! Chicken’s Chemo costs him $6,000 a week without insurance & with this benefit the guy can fight to live another month! How amazing is that!

There was a lot of hope in me but then again in the back of my mind I really thought that this was probably the last time I was gonna see the guy… he was in real bad shape… but at least we got to say our good-byes.

I really didn’t want that night to end at all, I wanted it to keep going & going however, I had to get up the next morning around 6am to be at work & didn’t get to sleep that night until 1:30am.

Friday, February 08, 2008

Crazy for Cupcakes

Gordon speaking.

Been awhile since I posted on this site. Hell, it's been awhile since I posted on any site. I am now taking two courses at Golden West while maintaining a 40 hour work week and trying to be a decent husband all at the same time. One of the classes is fairly simple. It's an ASP.NET class and right now the teacher is going through how web pages work and how to use <yawn>HTML</yawn>. That is pretty much all I do in my current job and I'm sure that I could have taken over the lecture fairly easily if I was so inclined. The other class is a little tougher. Actually strike that, a whole lot tougher. It is the second course for C++ and that one is one I have to be careful in.

So why am I posting about all of this? Well it leads into a story I just had to tell.

I have been skipping breakfast the last few days. We have been so busy that we haven't been able to get to the store to restock on oatmeal and I'm too cheap to go downstairs and pay $2 for a stale bagel. This morning I was famished. I figured I could hold off until lunch like I had for the last few days.

So lunch time is coming up and I decide to go to the bathroom before we leave. The bathroom is attached to the break room and as I am going through the break room I notice that someone had left a cupcake container out with one remaining cupcake. Not thinking anything of it I hit the head. While I am doing my business I start thinking about the cupcake and decide that if it is still there that I should take it. When people in our office have too much food at a potluck or birthday party, they tend to leave it out for everyone. All of a sudden I can't stop thinking about the damn cupcake. I'm wondering if anyone will snatch it before I can get my chance. Then I wonder if I should finish going to the bathroom halfway and go grab it. Then I hear someone in the break room moving around. I don't know if I can take this kind of stress.

Like a ray of light coming out of the clouds, it dawns on me that I am obsessing over a cupcake! I'm not even the biggest fan of cake so I couldn't figure out where all this crazed desire was coming from.

Once I came to taht discovery, I still could not stop thinking about it. Finally, I finished and ran out to grab it (yes I washed my hands for those of you that have no faith in me). Behold it was still there. The noise I had heard was one of the janitor's going into the women's bathroom. So like Gollum clutching his ring, I grabbed it, hid it in a paper towel and ran back to my desk.

When Jenn and I were on our way to lunch we were both talking about how hungry we were. She claimed she was way more hungry that I was. I retold her this story and proved to her that there aws no way that she could be as hungry as I was.

So what's the moral of the story? Even crazy people can achieve their dreams. I'm living proof. If only I wasn't to full from lunch to enjoy the spoils of my mania.