I just listen to this song over and over. Seriously obsessed with Steeleye Span these days.

orange-bruce asked: Which venue in Allston is that text post referring to?

This is from the person who posted it…

“The lack of names and individuals is indeed intentional. This isn’t directed at one person but was more of a general upheaval and rant of discontent with our scene. Yes, some of this pertains to the house show scene in Allston, but it is not gossip or a witch hunt to find perpetrators of sexual assault.

As far as I know, there are folks starting to work together to heal/forget these situations…just sometimes they hurt so much it can be hard to contain.”

It is pretty hard to find a town that has not had to deal with this on some level. It is not just a problem in the Boston area, or Bloomington, or where ever. It is a problem for the entire punk community.

inertialily:

Still trying to rationalize my anger and hurt and I am tired of it. No more rationalities. My best friend and band mate, along with three women I love in my community, my little sister, someone in another city have all come forward to tell me about instances of sexual assault against them in a punk/diy setting in the past year. Another story just now permeates on my mind tonight. While I am sure this is something that has never not happened in DIY culture (so we are talking more, which is good) I still can’t help be heartbroken and nearly helpless feeling.

I am so tired of those who run record labels, fraternize with radicals and queers, front “rad” bands, have alternative publishing/zine distros, who book shows at their house or in collective spaces also do not understand how fucking awful it is to be assaulted, marginalized and just downright uncomfortable in every way possible. They do not know how privileged they are or what the word privilege even means. I am tired of them not understanding how they have assaulted before or how wrong it is. I am tired of victim blaming pieces of shit having any power or control in our scene and community. 

I am tired of it being whispered about politely. I am tired of the fear of losing a “solid/consistent show space”. The fear of criticizing our scene from the inside because it could cause a bad name.

These people should not book shows anymore. Their shows should not be attended. Bands should not play in their spaces. This should be an issue we talk about all the time. Not just once a year when it’s time to raise money for a rape crisis center. Consciousness raising and support needs to be a part of punk rock all the time. While yes, we need to critique the systems in our society that breed assault, abuse and other forms of exploitation, we also need to be pissed and hold others accountable in our communities first or those systems will never get any better. 

You are a creep. You are not harmless. You are not innocent. Get informed or get out. 

Reblogging because this is right on.

This fall Frances and I went out west together. Almost every morning we ate 2 or 3 bags of instant oatmeal, walnuts, raisins, and Uncle Sam Cereal (tons of flax seeds) all mixed together. We got so sick of it. That trip was fun.

WIUX is located at 815 E 8th St. in Bloomington, IN.

This show will be very cool. Point Dume is the surf band that I am lucky to be a member of. High Dive is only the coolest of cool punks. Sourpatch might well be the best thing on tour right now. I’ve seen Sourpatch a few times. Here is my review: You see Sourpatch and all of sudden you realize that you are not cool and that you need to rethink everything about everything because these kids just show up and look great and sound great and say awesome things and you are just this loser that has to start from scratch. You’ll be like Usher, “Oh My Gosh!” So many ways to love this band.

fundock:

Whenever I start taking back control over situations where there has been serious misconduct, I start to wonder, what would it be like if every legit person I knew (my identified anarchist pals especially) held the perpetrators of bullshit in their community accountable immediately? So often we have to wait until things cross a certain line, or get so far out of bounds that they MUST be dealt with—but if we just spoke up when things were still bite sized—if we just stopped things when they were still “just jokes” or rumours—if we just listened to victims when they told us that something or someone was making them uncomfortable (and asked them if they’d like support to make it stop)—we wouldn’t need to stand up to huge problems with horns and fists and heals dug into the dirt.

We also wouldn’t need every fight to be some title-fight where two people square off and inevitable “sides” are taken. Shit wouldn’t even be able to get there. We could all just talk to each other and gather the support to us when things were still ground-floor. 

So often assholes get to run this shit because they think no one cares how they behave… and then these same assholes get so far from the shore that we have to make such a huge effort to get to them, that people say “it’s so much trouble! Is this really necessary?” or they decry the situation because they’ve been hearing about it for so long… as though the length of time something has been happening between people makes is less legitimate, instead of more critical. (What kind of backwards shit is that? Seriously. If we are burned out on hearing about it, how desperate must the people living with it be?) When are we going to wake up and see that so much abuse is escalating misconduct—and that it grows every time we are silent—we “stay out of it”—we excuse it—we ignore it—we wait for it to command our attention.

Abusers, assholes, bullies, they all get bolder because they have never faced consequences. They have never been ashamed of themselves. They have never wondered if their actions may cost them something. Collect the toll. Tax them for their behaviour.

A stitch in time saves nine… and I’m fucking sick and bloody tired of having to put nine fucking stitches in everything. 

Step up. Speak up. Fight back. Never stop.  

Really into this.

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amandabartley:

DELAY MUSIC VIDEOOOO

Best thing possible.

superbobby:

I’m not a big hands up guy. (Tomada con instagram)

Addy and I held hands on all the big drops. Also, learned the hard way not to scream on Splash Mountain. Lots of gross water in my mouth.

Wednesday May 16th

9pm

Monster House
115 W. 10th Ave.

Paul Baribeau (http://paulbaribeau.bandcamp.com/)

Busman’s Holiday (http://busmansholiday.bandcamp.com/)

Super Bobby (http://superbobby.bandcamp.com/)

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