When I was about 14, I snuck out of school in the middle of the day, and went across the street to catch the KX bus from downtown Redwood City to San Francisco, took the 19 Muni Line, and eventually made it to Bayview/Hunters Point to the infamous The Pound venue. It was my first time there. Taxis openly refused to take people to that neighborhood and venue, because it was a rough area where the misfits and troublemakers were. So I had to walk a big part of the way.
I trekked it over there to see NY-based
@thecasualties_official for the first time, and it changed my life. Their aggressive music and lyrics about distrust in the systems of power, unity among the working class, and belonging to a community who embraced those who were rough around the edges, grew up troubled, or otherwise just felt out of place/rejected. The pit was where we took out our angst, but also where we picked each other up if we fell down.
I was hooked.
24 years later, and I’m still catching
@thecasualties_official every time I get the chance, and still get very emotional each time I see them. 24 years later, and I still try to carry that ethos with me: Unapologetically working towards dismantling systems of oppression, advocating for the working class within the immigrant community, and still feeling the angst against a culture that normalizes the pain and suffering of everyday people.
[P.S. I had spent all my money to get into the show at The Pound, and didn’t have a way to get back. A group of strangers I met outside the venue offered me a ride, but their car was already full of people, so I had to ride in the trunk of their car. They dropped me off in San Mateo, and I still had a 3 hour walk back home; getting home in the middle of the night. My mom was hella mad, and I got into a lot of trouble. But it was so worth it.]