So I met Ian MacKaye last night. It's funny meeting someone who was a central figure in my sixteen-year-old world—an emblematic but impossibly remote** voicing of my own teen angst. But now we've all got a couple of decades on us, and he's just a wry, genial friend-of-a-friend in a cold-ass warehouse in Mid-City.
* I was way into Minor Threat during my aforementioned punk phase. "Can't keep up! Can't keep up! Can't keep up! Out... of... step... with the world!"
** Impossibly remote to me anyway. I was the lone outpost of East Coast hardcore in the sleepy vales of Possum Holler.
Man, I am really jealous. Really.
ReplyDeleteThe one thing I regret about my punk past is never having the cojones to go for a mohawk. That's pretty much an impossibility now. And don't get any smart ideas about drawing a balding guy with a mohawk, either...
ReplyDeleteFWIW, Nowe Miasto is polish for "new town" or "new city". In many old Euro cities, the old fortified by a wall part is the "old town", and the part built in the 1500s or whatever is the "new town".
Oh, forgot to ask.
ReplyDeleteYou offer to buy him a beer? Cigar?
Would have been difficult. 'Twas a booze/tobacco/meat/dairy-free cold-ass warehouse in Mid-City.
ReplyDeleteGeez...doesn't anybody get straight edge humor anymore?
ReplyDeleteI got it. I was just running with it. (Or at least I thought I was.)
ReplyDeletei am really jealous as well - Black Flag and Minor Threat were in heavy rotation in my yut, as the folks here in Philly prononce it.
ReplyDeleteI always wanted to dye my hair shocking pink, or cobalt blue.
Can't now. Perhaps once i make partner.