1/15/10

Black Flowers From the Future



Jay Reatard passing away has hit me hard. And I know what you're thinking-"it's not like you knew him"-and of course you're correct; I didn't.  No, it's more about romanticizing lost youth and punk rock and making the most of your life and shit like that.  The last thing I want is to turn someone else's tragedy into being about me.  After all, with the news of his death, 'the blogosphere', as they call it, is already overflowing with "The first time I heard of Jay Reatard..." and "I remember my first encounter with Jay Reatard was..." stories.  But, you know what, I can't help it...

My first memory of Jay Reatard is from the late 90's.  While paging through Maximum Rock-n-Roll or Flipside or some other zine, I came across an ad for Teenage Hate.   It caught my eye because I thought it was strange that they spelled 'retard' with an extra a.  But it wasn't until probably seven years later that I actually heard a Reatards song.  I was instantly blown away.  Ferocious is the word that comes to mind. I've been a Jay fan ever since.

His death comes at a weird time for me.  I had a birthday not all that long ago.  Hence, I've already been doing a lot of thinking-perhaps obsessing-about the aforementioned 'loss of youth' and punk and so on. 

Around Chirstmas, I anonomously gave this punker kid I know an envelope that "fell out of his backpack."  The envelope contained a gift certificate to Extreme Noise and the following note:

Don't ever change, man.  I mean go ahead and grow and learn and progress and all and of that shit but don't ever stop being punk.  And I don't mean stop 'looking' punk.  Fashion is fashion and it speaks nothing as to the person you are.  I mean don't stop 'being' punk.  In your head, in your heart, in your middle finger or wherever it matters most to you; just don't stop being punk.  You're the future of this shit.  And when you're an old punk and you find some kid that is the future of this shit, you grab them and tell them that they are the future of this shit.  Happy Holidays.

A couple days later my Mother gave me a birthday card that asked the following question:

How old would you be if age wasn't a number?

Jay Reatard was 15 when he made his first demo.  He was 29 when he died.




12 comments:

  1. Jesus, stop idealizing some forgotten youth that you didn't have. You're continuously painting yourself as some fatherly figure to dead punk rockers and youth culture. Punk didn't die with Jay Reatard. Get over it. It's time to grow up, marry that poor girl and have some kids of your own. Stop riding that rediculous bike before your knees are ruined and get a nice new car. That Nissan you're driving is a p.o.s.

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  2. sounds like all the signitures in my senior annual. "don't ever change"

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  3. haha u still haev that car nathen?

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  4. Jimmy Lee Lindsey Jr.January 15, 2010 at 2:35 PM

    @anonymous, i think that's the point.

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  5. I was going to mention the year book thing too. Funny he didn't talk about the impact on "art, culture and economics" like he did the last time a punk died.

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  6. @Jos..er, I mean Senior Thesis

    Thanks for the advice. I just have one question for you: how do you spell ridiculous?

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  7. um can u like write about your penis or tite pants or fat new yorkers or something again. cuz like this emo crap is like ah totally bumming us out.

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  8. Senior Thesis 1:59 and 2:57 are the same person! Burn! like you guys are the fatherly figures to anyone who writes. way to push buttons Former "Fling". Nathen, Nathan, potatoe, patatoe. keep posting, I'll keep reading! isn't that the point? your thoughts Jim Lee Lin Jr.? I hope I speled everythang write.

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  9. this is some funny rap musicJanuary 15, 2010 at 5:39 PM

    It's tough to determine who the bigger asshole is. On one hand BNB writes stuff like "...it's more about romanticizing lost youth and punk rock and making the most of your life..." which makes my eyes bleed the blood of a thousand dead Reatards and on the other hand the majority of the commenters seem to visit this site for the sole purpose of spewing venemous hate from behind a keyboard, under the guise of anonymity. Well, I guess it's entertaining at the very least.

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  10. this is some funny rap musicJanuary 15, 2010 at 5:41 PM

    Not that my name is any less anonymous than say, "Anonymous."

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  11. Haven't any of you ever heard the phrase "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all"? Your tired-ass insults are annoying. Let's see you try your hand at creativity. Just sayin....

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  12. BTW "Former 'Fling'" you suck. If I were you I would be pretty embarrassed that I don't know how to spell a "former fling"'s name...

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