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| | EmptyBottle.org: Never Mind The Bollocks, Here's The Wonderchicken |
 | | It was, for a while, as if we were all fans of the punk, you see, together out there on the floor, drenched in sweat, pogoing, hurling beer cans, singing along, not really caring which band was up on the stage, just loving the hum and the throb and the tribal feeling of it all. |
 | | Of course, I made the point in my essay that punk was, and still is, the domain of spoiled white boys rebelling against their whitebread and mayonnaise upbringings, for the most part. |
 | | Punk wasn't like hippie communes full of solidarity for the masses like you describe, it was us guys who were rejected by everyone and in return, rejected everything. |
| www.emptybottle.org /glass/2004/01/never_mind_the_bollocks_heres_the_wonderchicken.php (6422 words) |
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