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    dots Submission Name: [Pop Punk]dots
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    Author: travwell
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 54/38/26
    Words: 290
    Class/Type: Misc/Nostalgia
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    By the time I finish burning this CD at home on a Friday night I will lose my courage to give this to you, but itís the thought that counts.

    Hereís your fix of pop punk, and a flashback of my childhood: Travis Barker was my hero, Green Day a religion, NOFX politics. This playlist is a reminiscence of the baggy pants, studded belts, Converse All-Stars. Donít think Iíd forget the last album we split; I listen to MxPx when youíre gone. Hereís to 1998 through 2002, I bleached my hair and dyed yours too; 13 never felt so good. Is your lip still scarred from the safety pins? Black nail polish still chipped on purpose? I will be the first to admit I still use all my hair gel. Middle school, we wrote poetry in cemeteries and wished for the dead to haunt us; instead we got Chex Mix and pickles thrown in our direction. Wrong lunch table, wrong crowd, we never belonged and we liked it that way, or at least we pretended to. Parents, homework, girls, and I wouldnít be completely off if I said theyíre still our biggest enemies. Save me with your cheesy lyrics and power chords, Iím dying for an escape from being cool. I hate indie rock and acoustic guitar, bearded vocalists who wear horn-rimmed glasses and brown t-shirts. This playlist is to snorting Pixi Stix and swallowing spiders for the small sum or fortune of five bucks, to skateboards and wallet chains, Sharpie tattoos and the holes in our shoes. Never in 17 years did I ever think Iíd want to go back.




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    To start with, that first sentence is great. As they always teach you in school - ask questions that the reader will want answered. Whether you choose to answer them is, of course, down to artistic license (and how much you want to infuriate an impatient reader ;]...)

    'we wrote poetry in cemeteries and wished for the dead to haunt us'
    ^-- Loved that line, I really did. I think it sums up the teen years of so many people. Being depressed because it's a kind of right, and a rite of passage too.

    Another line with the same sentiment, delivered in a slightly different way
    'we never belonged and we liked it that way, or at least we pretended to'
    Not quite as subtle as the other and lacking in a kind of twisted romance but a nice line nonetheless.

    Then comes the final punch
    'Never in 17 years did I ever think Iíd want to go back.'
    When you're living it you think life is so hard, so depressing, so unnatural while secretly reveling in the knowledge that you are aware of all of that, so you are somehow above it all. I think you know what I mean. Then you realise the simplicity of it all, how it was just another way for kids to express themselves and have fun.

    I'd say the irony in this is that (if the last line is to be believed) you are 17 and I am 18 and we're already looking back and saying 'those were the good old days'. The summer of 2005 was amazing for me. We had the longest summer because we didn't have to go back after sitting GCSEs. It wasn't a great time because we did lots of amazing stuff. We all saw each other every day, chilled out, were just teenagers wasting away their days and loving every part of it. The emotions that for you are recalled with Green Day are all brought back to me with Best of You by the Foo Fighters. Fun times

    Things change, people age, and as they do the majority grow up (kicking and screaming, if they so choose. Another right I guess...)
    Anyways, I have rambled (but I really hope you appreciate that) when all I really meant to say was - I love it, and I'm adding it to my favourites. Yeah, the piece isn't necessarily perfect.
    But it's about teenagers, so why should it be?
    | Posted on 2008-02-28 00:00:00 | by Predator | [ Reply to This ]


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