Something that I have always loved about punk is the DIY culture of it; that we don't want or need your help. It's tough and it's more work, but we are free. I realized that a lot of my work stems from anger, and a lot of anything I have done, come to that. My songs were driven by anger, at myself, at injustice. Stupid, self indulgent idealism. I remember fighting with my first girlfriend, and I was so mad that things were hard, that nothing worked like it did in stories, that relationships were work. It pissed me off; I felt like I had been lied to, a goddamn lifetime of movies and books, all conspiring to tell me that relationships were easy, you just had to love. The problem I have come across recently is that I am getting more and more content, my life is comfortable, and I have learned many difficult lessons, and make many fewer mistakes. I've matured, in other words, and it feels strange. I still am mad, mad at politics, and willful destruction, but those a
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