I’ve got my mug of tea steaming next to me as a reward for spending half a day back in the lab churning stats. I figured it would be best to offload this before Stats brain takes over and all is lost. So, I watched this.
“The Other F word” is a documentary that follows icons of punk rock who have embraced fatherhood alongside their music careers as punk rock musicians. For those of you who know me (well or not) will know punk rock isn’t synonymous with me, at least not while being sober. Thanks to this documentary, I got my virgin peek into the work of punk rock, through the eyes of people like Jim Lindeberg (Pennywise), Art Alexakis (Everclear) and Mark Hoppus (Blink 182). How Nixon and the Vietnam war started this anger against authority and the urge to rebel against everything seemingly ‘nicey-nice’ about society. Punk rock become this anti-authoritarian lifestyle, that was unfortunately bunched together with running away from home, alcohol and drug abuse, violence and tattoos. Almost feels as if punk rock was a genre born out of circumstance, the growing displeasure, the need to be heard and the need to rebel against authority .
“People think maybe punk rock was never meant to grow up, but hey, it did”. And so did these guys. For them, punk rock became less of a lifestyle and more of an attitude perhaps? To them, punk rockers too can wake up early to get the kids dressed and ready for school. The spend three quarters of the year on tour but make it home for a school homecoming dance. They swear by the bucketloads on stage (Pennywise requested that fans who request songs have to request them by adding a profanity in the song title- Clever!) but never at home and worry about how to explain that dominatrix tattoo on the forearm or that tattoo on the forehead. Since almost all of the dads interviewed said that they had an absent father figure growing up, there is this fierce determination to be very ‘present’ for their own children that I admire (well, Jim Lindeberg pretty much quit Pennywise at the end of the documentary).
A dad (sorry I really forgot his name) said something that really got me thinking. “We’re bringing this child into OUR life, but hey, we’re not changing”. How about that? I never thought about it this way. It doesn’t mean that the child isn’t important, but you still hold and value what has been such a big part of your life and who you are (in his case, punk rock). Isn’t that what we try to teach kids these days? I don’t know, maybe it goes against all things Asian, ahha.
I don’t think I’ve given this enough thought but my mug of tea has run dry 😦