My Parents Didn't Hide Reality.

I Think That What's Perceived As Punk Out In Shopping Malls Or In Chain Stores Or On Mtv Has Almost Nothing To Do With What Punk Is About.

I Was The Kid In The Class Who Was Looking For The Angles To Question Things Or Make Wise-ass Remarks, Not Knowing Enough To Be Afraid Of Being Myself Or Showing Intelligence. But I Wasn't The Only Kid Like That In My Classes Because Of Where I Grew Up. I'm Really Thankful I Grew Up In A Town Where There Were A Lot Of Other Mutant Kids. I'm From Boulder, Colorado, Which Went Through A Lot Of Dramatic Changes When I Was Growing Up.

Punk Was Originally About Creating New, Important, Energetic Music That Would Hopefully Threaten The Status Quo And The Stupidity Of The 1970s.

In 1965, My Father Was Just Twirling The Dial Of The Radio To Find Something That Would Make Me Go To Sleep, And As Soon As I Heard Rock And Roll There Was No Stopping Me. It Was During The Height Of Beatlemania And The British Invasion, But I Gravitated Toward The Harder, Heavier Music Going On Then, You Know, The Early Rolling Stones, The Good Rolling Stones, And Paul Revere And The Raiders, Who Don't Get The Credit They Deserve For Spearheading The American '60s Garage Sound.

Let Me Start By Saying, I'm Utterly Disgusted With The Former Members Of The Dead Kennedys.