I was straight edge in high school. Not one of those snobby hardcore sXe kids that only ate vegetables and refused to hang out with anyone that smoked weed, but I was the poser that would sharpie my wrists and sign English tests “Ryan xxx”. I broke edge my senior year at a friend’s backyard barbeque while eating Ball Park Franks and listening to his dad hum along to Billy Ray Cyrus from the kitchen. God, how I regret breaking edge while not listening to cooler music.
Back when I was a wee lad, 15 or so, At The Drive-In was by far my favorite band ever. Even today their music is on my top all-time list of kick ass bands next to groups like Fugazi and Faith No More. I remember in my pubescent years always thinking, whoever got to see those early At The Drive-In shows are some lucky mofos. I mean, the dirty things I woulda done to bear witness to an early ATDI gig at backyard party to ten kids, or the ones where they demolished their neighbors’ garages with their insane stage spectacles. All I knew was whoever got to see those first ATDI shows would be influenced to go on to do some crazy cool shit. Man, was I right.
