Raw Teenage Trash

I didn't quite get how to be punk rock when i first got into it. So my early experiences at punk shows kinda felt like being outcasted at school. I loved the music, my friends older brother got me into the dead kennedys, operation Ivy, bikini kill, and a bunch of other shit. I just couldn't get the whole look thing to work for me. I looked like some sort of half assed mommas boy with Mervin's jeans and sweats decorated with sporadic old school punk trinkets ordered out of the back of hit parader. The shit passed at my junior high and i was eaily the punkest kid in school by lack of contest.

When i moved to san jose in 1999 i was completely unprepared. everybody there knew what punk rock was and dressed apropiately. Either in spiked leather and plaid bondage pants, or appropriate skateboard clothes that could pass for punk when need be. Finally i had found my people, but they though i was a poser and i never really got too close with anyone.

One of the first shows i went to down there was at a vintage store on the alemead kinda close to the HP pavillion. It was called Channel One and would be every hipsters wet dream if it were to rematirealize with the clothes they had back then. Every so often they'd clear out a corner and have shows until the day the sewer line burst and the store went under. There were three bands;


The Vex, They were older high school kids who got drunk, picked fights and needless to say were probably the most defiant kids at thier school (next to all the gangbangers and real criminals). They were solid musicians playing some old school D-beat'ish punk sounding somewhere in between the exploited and discharge.



The Associates, who might still have been called "And Many More xxx" when this show happened, were some kids i knew who lived down the street. Thuer guitarist was your blueprint punk brat, i remember a story about him luring thier basist out of his house without his glasses in the middle of the night and the kicking his ass in his pajamas.


30 Second Fury was from Los Gatos. They were Straight Edge, but weren't jocko pricks about it, their drummer was ever a total stoner. they were well read and laid down some heavy politics for being 16 and all.

The show was a fucking blast. Kids got drunk, shit got broken, people bled, 'nuff Said! I remember getting chewed out by my parents for being out late and being alowed to go to the next show I wanted to go to. I got it all on tape though some headphones wrapped in a sweatshirt that I left in the corner. Oh yeah all the pictures are from another show weeks later with the same lineup in somebodys garage.

Joser