June 9th, 1993.
I had been introduced to punk rock just a year earlier, and I was still nearing the end of my gradual transition away from grunge and into punk rock.
When a punk band played at our local venue (Rockafellas in Columbia, South Carolina), you went to see them, period. We didn’t get a lot of opportunities around this time, so we might see an industrial or goth band one week, then a punk band the next. I guess you could say that South Carolina was kind of like the Sahara for punk.
So it was with great enthusiasm that I looked forward to seeing a legit punk band, Jawbreaker, play a big show on this night filled with promise, electric with energy.
Thirty years ago, I saw this band play, and it was a seminal moment in my life.
How punk was I thirty years ago? Probably precisely somewhere between these two photos. If you’ve gone punk, you know this agonizingly awkward phase all too well:
I knew what to expect from the shows we had seen up to that point. After seeing local punk b…
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