On Tuesday, Ethan and I went to see Social Distortion at the Enmore Theatre. Social D is one of the earlier punk rock bands. They formed in 1978, which is a bit later than the New York Dolls and the Sex Pistols but puts them in about the same timeframe as Black Flag. Coincidentally, 1978 is also the year I was born.
The concert was pretty cool, even if Mike Ness is aging. I felt a bit out of place, though, because I was wearing a work appropriate black shirt and jeans, and Ethan was wearing a non-ironic free t-shirt, not another punk band t-shirt. #1 accessory of the night? Sleeve tatts. I would have worn mine, but I left them at home.
Also, when Mike Ness asked how many people weren't going to work the next day and gave the rest of the crowd permission for a sickie, I knew that I wouldn't take it. I also highly suspected that the people who weren't going to work didn't have jobs. I mean, yeah, we pretty much gave our old jobs the finger and fled the country, but I am still working for The Man. And paying my bills.
It was still really fun, though, even if my head did hurt the whole next day. They played most of my favorites, including the song we played at our wedding:
So Ethan and I don't really fit in the punk rock image, but we never really did. I reckon Social D was happy enough to get our money that they don't really care anyway. And we got to enjoy some great music while watching other people injure themselves crowd surfing. Being staid and boring is awesome.