A Punk Appreciation of Music

Living in Gainesville FL, also known as The Swamp, can be considered a bombardment of fraternities and sororities, but nestled away from midtown-in downtown, lies the comfort of guitar shreds, cheap beer, and a friendly music-induced atmosphere of punk vibes. Some of the local bands- Insignificant Other, GUTS, and Post Teens all contribute to the punk pool of Gainesville. Besides the local shows, an abundance of bands flood the scene, and information on tours can be found on Punknews.org.


If you’re looking for guitar shredding, pumped-up crowds  of people going passionately-crazy, then the punk scene might be your calling. Last year at FEST14, a music event that sponsors a weekend festival of punk-rock in Gainesville, brought out the best of the community: Modern Baseball, The Hotelier, Foxing, and more. The best part of this scene is not just the music- it’s the community. Everyone is connected through the music, excited, and at the shows for the same reason, which is to have a good time. Bring your friends and acquaintances new or old, regardless it is always an experience worth sharing.


Beware the heart of the enthusiasm, otherwise known as- the pit. The pit is a place of total enthusiasm, passion, and madness for punk. People are jamming out to the band in a physical manner that often leads to some sucker getting knocked down, hit in the face, or leaving with a bloody eye- the latter was me at The Fidlar show last year in Gainesville. The safety zone is outside the pit, where fans can appreciate the music in a less physical way.


For those unaware of the punk scene, it’s history, or leading activists, Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk by Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain sheds light on the topic. Reading a book is helpful, but the best way to appreciate and learn about this scene is to simply go to a show. It can be a big event or a local show- it doesn’t matter. Get yourselff out there at the venue, talk to people, and immerse yourself in a passionate culture that enjoys good music.







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Everything 1960s Ft. Madmen

It’s an accurate portrayal of debauchery, infidelity, and the advertising industry in the 1960s. Madmen on Netflix provides us with an insight on the lifestyles and treatment of employees. Women were often abused and taken advantage of, given minimum payment, and subjected to far different work than men. A lot of the women such as, Peggy Olson (Elizabeth Moss) are subjected to such treatment in the show, but over time she is given tenure and authority. The show revolves around the protagonist, who underneath the skin, really resembles an antagonist, Don Draper (Jon Hamm). Don is the picturesque successful advertising man on the 1960s: he has the chicks, authority, he’s an alcoholic, and did I mention the babes?

Madmen is aesthetically pleasing to watch. It provides the audience with an inside scope of the 1960s through the outfits, marriage scandals, infidelity, and long forgone old habits. Don Draper is often viewed as the most successful man in advertising, courtesy to Madmen only of course, but underneath the surface he is the show’s most wretched and miserable character. There’s seven seasons total and each season encompasses multiple years of the 1960s. Significant events relevant to the years are noteworthy in the show: Cuban Missile Crisis, Civil Rights March, Nixon Campaign, and more.

Follow the life of Don Draper and his destructive lifestyle, yet successful business career in advertising. Experience the beautiful women relevant to the times, the infidelity of Draper, the dark thoughts that often cloud his mind, but by no means hinder his advertising empire. Madmen is filled with drama from the entire cast, while Don takes the spotlight, there is still a story behind each character and constant development. Season seven was the grand finale, and the start of a new decade. Watching the characters develop and how the craziness of their lifestyles ultimately affects their health after ten years is what drew me in.





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Revelations of College

Ch. 1: Last Day of School
It was finally the greatest day of high school: the very last day. No more homework, texts, quizzes, and other repetitive academic chores. I’m a free man, I thought. Free from the oppression of FCAT, mathematics and rigorous science courses. I formed a beautiful Christmas tree on my last multiple choice test and made haste for the exit door. I smiled and felt my feet lift off the ground as I casually swam through the crowds of bustling teenagers making their way for the busses; luckily I own a car. I drove away from that wretched confinement for the very last time. No more high school, and no more school work.

Ch. 2: Real Life
Two months had passed and no doubt was I enjoying the relaxation. I began to dabble in an excess of hedonism and it began to take a toll on my abdomen. All the nights of heavy-drinking and late night pizza was delivering an early case of the freshman fifteen. I got out of bed and my way to the bathroom to check out the damage. I now have some definite pudge that needs to be taken care of, and a sticky note on my mirror that read: “Time to get a job!” I sighed, realizing that I had escaped one evil only to be introduced to another.

Ch. 3: Customer Service is Awful
The only place that would hire a fresh recruit to life outside of high school was my local McDonald’s. I hustled to and from the nasty burger joint every day, managing a full-time position as a fry cook. I could never put SpongeBob to shame, but I’m sure minimum wage is higher than Bikini Bottom. I flipped patty after patty and crafted sandwich after sandwich. My hands wreaked of fatty-oils and beef. These eight-hour shifts are grueling, but at least the food is free to employees: the latter is the greatest evil of the establishment. McChicken, McDouble, fries and milkshakes became the scourge of the dieting world. My abdomen continued to frown at my choices, but I continued to be reckless.

Ch. 4: Community College
It’s definitely an improvement from McDonald’s, but a sad reminder of the high school struggle. Luckily the schedule is more accessible to students, allowing the liberty to choose professors and days of the week to attend. It seems like a constant struggle for the young generation. Subjecting ourselves to miserable minimum-wage jobs and lousy work, but perhaps that is all we feel adept at doing until we can wave that diploma in the air; and then maybe we will feel confident in our ability to succeed. The hardships ahead are grueling, but it’s important to keep fighting and to enjoy your youth while it still exists. Consume yourself in work and academics and there will be no room for life’s greatest pleasures: the trivial matters of entertainment. Embrace your youth and make the most out of your night.

College Muse

You stumbled into my life while I drunkenly stumbled into yours. You are beautiful, sweet, intelligent, and have a lovely figure. I can never have enough of you, especially when we gaze into each other’s eyes and I’m left staring into your beauty. No one else captivates my attention as much as you do. You’re beautiful, warm, and fair brown-skinned. Your presence is always a treat and the greatest reward to my indulgence; it’s a pleasure just being with you. No matter the time of day, I will always find and make the time for you. Full time work and full time work are essential, but nothing can compare to the warmth you make me feel.

I’ve done wrong and I have ashamed myself, but my love continues to grow stronger; like a bonfire’s flames ascending further into the sky. You have all of me and I want all of you. I’ve been a lone for so long, struggling, and attempting to survive without a significant other. The other girls pale before your looks, your figure, and especially your flowing brown hair. Everyone else is just another pretty face, but you are so much more than that. I’ve never had the pleasure to be with such a loveable woman that I can shower with affection and receive the same reciprocation.

Our random adventures, Waffle House binges, and intimacy can surpass no other. I thought you were just another one of them: another woman of the night giving into the temptation; never to be heard from again. It’s been so long since then, and now I ease into you, admiring everything about you as your lips hunger for more. The insatiable thirst, that no one else can sedate, but you. It’s more than physical; it’s comforting and reassuring to know that you will stand by me and I will reciprocate. You clad yourself behind a menacing gaze, particularly with your brows, but beneath the veil lies a sentient woman capable of greatness.

In my everyday struggles that are constantly igniting my anxiety, I know you will be there to extinguish the fire. Coming home to someone who cares about you, who loves you for you, and who is genuinely interested in what you have to say is the greatest reward love can offer. The physical pleasures of you resting upon me, staring into my eyes, and biting your lower lip are a treat, but it’s so easy to find sexual pleasure nowadays. The intimacy we share is a bond that I could never find in a drunken haze or on a dating app; you are the real deal.

When you feel all alone in this lonely world, it’s reassuring to know that I have you. I don’t have much to offer you, but you have my love and attention, and my time: a resource that I have very little of. Your presence is always so uplifting, especially in the midst of working so much. As I steam milk for the next asshole’s latte, I know you will soon arrive and deliver the smile that I have been searching for. Having the love and support of a significant other is the greatest level of connection two human beings can achieve.

I come home exhausted, often angry at many situations in my life, but you are my peace of mind. It’s constantly an everyday struggle, but you give me something to look forward to at the end of the day. You doubt your capabilities and speak less of yourself, while I can only think highly of you. I love your company and simply being in the same room as you. I love you, Veronica.