...I clenched my teeth and bobbed my head to their set and as the opening chords of their final song “This Day All Gods Die” started, I lost my mind. I was transported from a crotchety 39-year-old with arthritic knees and bone spurs back to an angsty 17-year-old. I found myself in what felt like a prison riot. What began as hardcore dancing out of respect and admiration ended as fighting to survive those around me...
I loved the things you shared. It brought me back to the time 2 of my children got started in hardcore.
Yes, it was a time that community was so important to those involved. I attended a few shows, one was a birthday party for my child turning 16. A couple of other shows were to watch my child perform.
Those who attended the shows were courteous to the older ones.
I enjoyed their dancing which was unique to their genre of music. It was entertaining & if someone got hit by accident, apologies were made & revenge was not taken.
It makes me sad to hear that the hardcore scene has changed the way it has. There are still a lot of good people who have never left.
I always remembered you guys being so supportive. I went to at least one show in your living room back when Aaron and the gang were in a cover band. I have always looked up to your son like an older brother and every band I've been in has either played shows with Aarons or at the very least he was my sounding board for lyrics and ideas. Dancing was always a release for most. Some scenes were more violent than others. Often it just depended on the band playing and the crowd they brought. It makes me happy to see that the scene for all intents and purposes is as vibrant as ever these days. I also think the shutdown of the pandemic allowed lots of old guys like myself to remember the "good ole days" and start trickling back into little venues to see bands or rejoin old ones to relive glory. All in all I wouldn't be who I am without the community and acceptance hardcore gave me. It was my first love for sure and I'll always be haunted by it.
I loved the things you shared. It brought me back to the time 2 of my children got started in hardcore.
Yes, it was a time that community was so important to those involved. I attended a few shows, one was a birthday party for my child turning 16. A couple of other shows were to watch my child perform.
Those who attended the shows were courteous to the older ones.
I enjoyed their dancing which was unique to their genre of music. It was entertaining & if someone got hit by accident, apologies were made & revenge was not taken.
It makes me sad to hear that the hardcore scene has changed the way it has. There are still a lot of good people who have never left.
I always remembered you guys being so supportive. I went to at least one show in your living room back when Aaron and the gang were in a cover band. I have always looked up to your son like an older brother and every band I've been in has either played shows with Aarons or at the very least he was my sounding board for lyrics and ideas. Dancing was always a release for most. Some scenes were more violent than others. Often it just depended on the band playing and the crowd they brought. It makes me happy to see that the scene for all intents and purposes is as vibrant as ever these days. I also think the shutdown of the pandemic allowed lots of old guys like myself to remember the "good ole days" and start trickling back into little venues to see bands or rejoin old ones to relive glory. All in all I wouldn't be who I am without the community and acceptance hardcore gave me. It was my first love for sure and I'll always be haunted by it.