guys if youre going to gigs and youre going to mosh PLEASE remember etiquette!! and if you want crowdkill dont do it at all ages gigs, you shouldnt be proud of punching a kid in the face
So, Doylums have a gig coming up in our hometown of Cramlington, it's gonna be a night of PUNK! We're opening up for Sex Pistols Exposé, a sex pistols tribute band, and we're super excited to play with them!
So punk is pretty anti-authoritarian, loud, fast, and contains a lot of anger, anger at how the world is. It can also be very compassionate to the downtrodden an those the system fails
You know who else has a lot of anger and compassion?
Jason Todd
Jason Todd, the second Robin, the Red Hood. The man was born to be punk.
Danny just works as a punk. His villains range from the government to a Billionaire to a ghost cop. It makes more sense than not for his experiences to have turned him in that direction, and let's face it one Sam Mason would have helped, even if punk and goth are different
So we have one dead punk boy living in a shitty apartment in Gotham, and we have another dead punk boy moving into a shitty apartment in Gotham
They're neighbors(I'd say roommates for the meme but Jay needs the added privacy)
So now we have two punks with messed up sleep schedules living next door to each other. They clearly vibe, they hang out, go to each other's apartments and Jason practically force feeds Danny a healthy meal that has enough preservatives in it to give Ra's a run for his money
Then Jason got careless
Jason, after accidentally mentioning the outlaws multiple times during a phone call, now has to deal with the fact that Danny thinks it's the band he's in. It's fine, all he has to do is play it cool, roll with it and it'll be no big deal
being unable to shut his mouth, he actually digs himself deeper. Now, Danny doesn't just want to see them play, he wants to join, and Jason has made the mistake of saying he needs to ask the band first, only to call Roy who is a little shit and goes "Yeah he can join our band."
Cut to Jason, Starfire, and a sheepish Roy scrambling to actually be a punk band as they get sucked further and further into committing to the bit
or
Fake Band au, like a fake dating au but with more people and instruments and probably ends in polyamory
The Pagans (Tim Allee, Mike Hudson, Mike Metoff & Brian Hudson) on the edge at the legendary Independence Day party on July 4th 1978 at Peter Ball’s family mansion, Bratenhal, Cleveland, which also included The Cramps and Pere Ubu, as captured by Randy Meggitt.
The bands performed on a concrete ledge built into a cliff face overlooking Lake Erie and the audience, various hippies and members of Cleveland’s underground scene, watched from the lakeside 15 feet below, while others were twisting on boats and yachts moored in the lake, later on enjoying the 4th of July fireworks.
The mighty Pagans started out as a Rolling Stones cover band became a punk powerhouse led by the formidable Mike Hudson, releasing four 45's between '77 and '79 that still influence punks.
"Mike Hudson could be a piece of shit. He could be the coolest guy you ever met. He could be the guy you wanted to be. He could sucker you out of your last nickel. He could laugh so hard he would throw up and his dental plate would ride the puke stream like the best California surfer. He could make you wanna kick his cocky drunk ass. I was lucky to know that fucker for 40 years”.
Scott "Cheese" Borger, clepunk veteran.