Punk Rock Music.
As Important as silence is, the possible antonym of it is of equal importance. Music itself is so important, that it's unfair to lump every genre together as a good thing. Doesn't make any sense. Primarily because some songs and genres are hilariously terrible and therefore are not important to me at all. Carrie Underwood, for instance. While she is somewhat fun to look at from a distance, once this dying-coyote she-devil opens her mouth, the vile racket that resonates from her lungs is one of the most unpleasant sounds any tasteful human will ever audibly witness. Music, I suppose, is relative. The same people who enjoy the sound of Carrie Underwood's voice most certainly loathe punk rock music. Some people like apples, some like oranges. Or in this case, some people like apples, some like cat shit. What punk rock music provides is a necessary "fuck you" to anyone and everyone you desire it to. It provides a "fuck you" and a "fuck it". Inhibitions leave, cares dwindle, and somehow by listening to music that mocks itself you find power and dominance over other people listening to other weaker forms of music. With a snarled lip, a fist in the air, mindless jumping, charging, and engaging, punk rock simultaneously makes fun of real musicianship while creating a real, viable genre of its own. One that cures primal urges, provides a deep outlet, and satires real world crap and mainstream garbage. Punk rock is too smart for idiots to understand. It's got a sense of humor that Top 40 Country crowds aren't geared for. People that wear "Let's Go Brandon" t-shirts do not listen to punk rock, I assure you. And if they do by chance, it's because their mind is confused and twisted from being so stupid. Back in the 70s, music became so incredibly terrible that someone had to do something about it. Granted, the 70s was a remarkable time for great music also, but it took a while to weed through the absolute trash on popular radio to find it--or for someone to create it. Iggy, The Ramones, and others arose from underground to offer the odd-men-out something better. Something that helped deal with shit. Helped you put a fist through the door, laugh at the mainstream, get on your skateboard, break glass, flip off everyone and everything...because you are secure enough, finally, in who you are, what you like, and what you represent, and there is an army of like-minded individuals around the world who are on your side. Sometimes you just don't want to think. You just want to feel. Punk rock provides a means for me or you to pick up a guitar and play four chords that we just learned in the last 10 minutes on YouTube and fucking play. Play hard and fast and with aggression and humor and mock serious everyday bullshit. Or sing a song about beating a kid with a baseball bat, or how terrible the Queen is, or where your pretty face is going, you bitch. You can sing songs about the dumbest shit imaginable, or flex your brains about politics...it's all fair game. So long as you play it fast and get to the fucking point. God bless you, punk rock music.
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