If nothing comes, write about writing

Good afternoon. I hope all is well. So, as I mentioned in the post before this, I had a job-volunteer blogger, but still. However, I only had the chance to get one blog posted before junk went down. I was ready with this blog, upset it wouldn’t be posted, so, I’m glad I still have this chance. I’m proud of it:

If nothing comes, write about writing

Hey guys. I hope everyone is well. So, I mentioned in my first blog that I’m a writer. I’ve been at it since I was 10. I can’t say everything I wrote was good, but, maybe, it was for a ten-year old. Although, I-as well as most writers-sometimes get tripped up, stuck. I have loads of ideas, but getting them out of my head and through my finger can be a different story. Pardon the pun, haha.

So, I’m thinking, What should I write about this turn? But, maybe, I’ll write about writing. Have you ever written a poem, then looked at it later and thought it’d make a kick-ass song? Sometimes I dabble in poetry, and, for me, it’s always personal, emotional, real. I got to thinking one day; most bands, genres, sing about what they know, of course, because they’re able to relay it from brain to paper to mic. And true fans completely get it. However, when I listen to Punk, the artists take it to a new level.

“Early in the morning, risin' to the street. Light me up that cigarette, and I'll strap shoes on my feet. Got to find the reason, reason things went wrong. Got to find a reason why my money's all gone. I got a Dalmatian, and I can still get high. I can play the guitar like a motherfuckin' riot,” sang Bradley Nowell, late lead vocalist of Sublime. I feel, listening to “What I Got,” that was exactly what Bradley did that morning; what he thought. He literally wrote a song about life-his life.

Tim Armstrong of Rancid, among other bands, heartbreakingly sings, “Medication, met you in authentication, it's a hazardness, valley of deception. Now, I walk alone, but it was not my intention, not my invention. And now my heart's been ripped wide open!” in “Tropical London” about his unexpected divorce. Every time I hear that song, I feel his heart and soul, torn, devastated. I wrote in an IG post that songs like this, so true, so sad; but the sadder thing is the reasons these lyrics came about in the first place. Or, on a happier note, take “The 11th Hour,” by Rancid. Well, damn, I was going to quote an entire verse, but they’re pretty long. “I was almost over, and my world was almost gone. And in a sudden rush, I could almost touch the things that I'd done wrong,” Tim confesses his confusion, angst, reasons for being fed up. However, then, he powerfully sings, “Do you know where the power lies, and who pulls the strings? Do you know where the power lies? It starts and ends with you.” That positive message stuck with me for decades.

Similar to Rancid’s message of inner strength, but in his own, bold, in-your-face style, Hardcore Punk, lead vocalist of Deskomunal Kaos, Bubu Deskomunal sings, “Cuando este deprimido no olvides que el mundo es tuyo. Sigue adelante sin parar, con el amor y escuchando punk, y manda todo a la mierda” (when you're depressed don't forget that the world is yours, keep going without stopping, with love and listening to punk, and send everything (else) to hell), in “Punx Unite.” There are thousands of punk songs; and they fearlessly sing about change, being fed up with the system. Heartbreak, war, inequality, racism, the list goes on and on.

Whether you love or hate it, the openness, the honesty, the energy, the passion to tell their stories in attempts to educate and change what is wrong in the world, is one of the reasons why I love and gravitate to Punk. And I have hope that my crazy stories are gonna find their true audience, too.