Thorazine had a big ol’ Chevy Van that we had modified for the road. The backseat was the very “safe” loveseat couch that although comfortable, was a complete hazard. We bought the last couch from the side of the road in DC when on tour with Fear, which was a dream come true. I remember how we felt like total rock stars when we put that new couch in the van. Thorazine the band were four very different people. The drummer D loved classic rock, the bass player Uncle Ross had more eclectic tastes that ranged from industrial to Tom Waits (ugh) to 80′s new wave. Me I was all over the place, I love late 80′s rap, hardcore, metal, pop, punk, folk, new wave whatever. My husband also had very eclectic tastes. When you are stuck in a van with four people for months on end you have to agree on the music. We got it down to about 20 CD’s we could all handle listening to in close quarters.
When I found this book of CD’s I felt like I was stepping back in time. I chose one CD to rock out to in the car on the way to swim team. I chose the original Punk-O-Rama CD. From the beginning bars of the Bad Religion song I was trust back into the van with the guys. Instantly I was driving across Nebraska, Wyoming, Texas, Oregon, California, or some state that you thought you would never ever get through because it was just that big. Instead I looked into my rear view mirror at my new band of boys, who were happily playing with their DS’s.
There were some similarities. The old Chevy Van did not have air conditioning so we were forever with the windows down blasting tunes on the highway. My 12 year old SUV that runs great and is completely paid off, unfortunately it does not have air conditioning. It broke a few years ago and to replace it was going to cost, $3000. Here I was a tattooed Mom, driving her SUV with her mohawked kids to swim team in the suburbs blasting the Punk-O-Rama CD, the dudes in workman pickup trucks were giving us the thumbs up at every stop light. It was a cathartic for all of us. The kids were bopping their heads to the music as they played their games. Aaron exclaimed he liked the Pennywise song best. He thought I sang along best on that song, and I had to agree it was my favorite to sing along to.
Ryan who is suddenly very concerned with being, “cool”, has taken to calling me, “daw”, like as in “dawg”. I have been schooling him on the fact that reading and speaking your mind well can also be cool. He told a bunch of his second grade compadres that I was in a punk band. All of a sudden they look at me differently and want to teach me the ways of their hidden handshakes. I hope to show them that being smart is cool. Pursuing a dream is cool. Fighting for what you believe it is cool. Calling your Mom “dawg” is way not cool….
Pennywise has left me with an ear worm. I love singing this song. I want to be this singer of this band in my next life.