The Punk eraPunk time
"Dad, because you're a punk?"
"Glezos, would you write an article on punk? Secondly, because he has known me for many years and knows that Joe Strummer's slogan - "Punk once, punk forever" - is anything but wrong. First of all, because our first meeting was under the banner of punk, but as much punk as you can't.
After decades of books, videos on the web (many trash, some remarkable), I follow in the footsteps of what was in one country - Italy - with punk credentials from the Third World, with the yawning claim of historical, music, philosophical, vogue comparisons and so on, that since 1979 everyone has done and continues to do every 5 years under all latitudes - especially those who have said and written from the third hand in the hallway next door, who think about it at night and not, you just never seem to have seen or heard it before, while you go from home to London and back to the epic of punk and its characters you know and experience live.
I joke, but not too much: I remember the umpteenth book on punk published in England in the 90s with an introduction by Malcolm McLaren, which said: "And what am I supposed to do with this book? I deposit safety pin and razor blade of order, open the computer (which is very small punk) and the eye falls on an MP-3 sent from the sky by Sid Vicious, Darby Crash, Joe Strummer or Joey Ramone and his brothers (if Bono gives us permission) or whoever you want.
Inserted with the subtitle of 'Punk Was' in the funny 1992 Tribute'Learning English, Lesson 1' (a series of covers of early punk classics with top-class guests in each track, for the few who didn't know it), it's the only original track on the album. The text is a series of pictures which, with the intention of Campi & Co., gives a funny answer to the athletic doubt - athletic, not hamletic - thrown there by the child's voice at the beginning: "Dad, what was punk rock?
So let's take some extracts from the lyrics and see what it was, the punk. That it was rotten and hateful, now that a charismatic figure calls himself Johnny Rotten or Sid Vicious, there's little to say. Exactly, 'Vicious', here in the sense of abomination: Punk is an attitude and proclamations that are often half-heartedly thrown before the impressive orphans of Woodstock, to the sound of 'Born To Kill', 'I Don't Care', 'Fuck Off' and many others, so here we go.
There is less in the rest of the staff: if there is one thing that is often accused of being the first punk, especially English, it is a mixture of sensationism, exploiting and the desire to be known at all costs, from Sex Pistols' celebrity disputes to Clash's delusions of grandeur ("We identify with the first Elvis, and how he will shock us the world" is not exactly a statement under the track) down to the venality that is often associated with punk groups (groups, not bands) (bands).
But there were the unambitious and not even a few, namely the punk enthusiasts of the early days. Those for whom it was not only a question of music, but also of topics to be addressed at 360°: safety pins and amenities included, besides a Steve Strange starving for glamorous disco to so much as a kilo (he will be successful with visage), there were enthusiasts who neither asked nor wanted to see how it ended.
Giving you the complete package of what you like is a matter of course: Yet it's funny to think of an Italian or a German who, to deal with punk - me English - leaves it out for Queen Elisabeth as if he had something to do with them. The British Crown had and has no relevance in the life of a citizen of Pornone or Lübeck - punk or non-punk -: What are the queen's dead trousers about?
Watch the Atlanta pistol in January 1978 to see their supporters raging against the English EMI because of the personal bondage (!) of gangs and friends. In punk, the visual effect sometimes flowed into the stream of Sozzoni-Che-Fanno-I-punk. unlike some early-stage people.
About paraplegic drink, interwar battles, vomiting, various diseases and accessories, well, if that's all Irish Folk Plants punk is eight to zero. The common denominator in all phases of punk (before, during and after punk) should be here: Don't believe the bale they tell you, do what you can think of, of course, and don't care if anyone is pissed off, and maybe many get pissed off.
With the good peace of the widowed great-grandchildren of the 1960s, it was never like in punk just a question of music and records (punk and punkrocking are two parallel). But still we quickly adapted to the changes in time and audience: if you care about what you do and say that nobody likes you, you don't complain about the result, but it's hard for someone to know you exist.
Hence the entry of the stragglers into a later subsoil, which tastes of little punk and much hippie. Ironically, 1977 punkrock never was a success from the point of view of the evil trade ("Never Mind The Bollocks" by Sex Pistols, now considered a turning point, took 15 years to become a gold record in the USA).
What do you mean, a punk in Italia? I know that there was Eletttro, Anna, Lilia, Tonito, Marco, Paolo, Giuseppe, Stefano, Patrizia and others, that we were few and still are, because someone is no longer there, we know that the punk that once was punk is punk forever, even if everything was born thousands of miles from here and never because of us.
We know that what we come from has left no children, only the weakness of those who were there and those who would have liked to be there, which leads both of us to say: "If I like something, it's punk".