I was the right age to be a punk. I wasn’t one, but I could have been. I wondered for a long time why I hadn’t gotten into it, because I do, in fact, like American punk (big fan of The Ramones, for example). But while I did occasionally wear safety pins in my ears (just because), I wonder why I never turned into a punk girl, when it really would have suited me. All the rebellion and such, and my mother would have gone insane if I’d gotten a green mohawk…
I realized in later years that I didn’t go for the punk culture because I wanted to be sexy and cute, and punk girls were only sexy and cute to punk boys. I wanted to be sexy and cute to a more mainstream audience (and I was, too).
Anyway, I’ve been very much admiring the Green Day songs I’ve heard from the American Idiot album. Really nice arrangements, and definitely worth listening to. I commented a couple of times that we should get the album. So Andrew got it for me for Mother’s Day (for my birthday he got me Eagles Farewell I).
I’m finally really sitting down and listening to the album (okay, it’s a CD, but it’s still an album, dammit!). One of the songs moved me enough to post it in my recovery-related journal. A few of the lines inspired me enough to use them as a sigline on one of the boards I frequent.
This is a good album. Extremely coherent, excellent arrangements, and the drumlines in a couple of the songs really seriously rock. Very impressed. No wonder it won a Grammy Award for Rock Album of the Year.
She’s a rebel,
She’s a saint,
She’s the salt of the earth,
And she’s dangerous,
She’s a rebel,
Vigilante,
Missing link on the brink,
Of destruction
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