Coolidge

[Antlered punk]

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Born from rejects

Rose with pride

Fell with posers

Born again from rejects of the old punk scene

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@Oasis

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[Antlered punk]

Fugazi, NOFX, Descendents, Black Flag, and then there was Fixydent.



June 1st 1989, white cap and gown. Devin was a valedictorian, the nerd who was quite and the punching bag of the jocks. He took the beatings and the books being knocked out of his hands. Lunch time was a pain maybe a dirt clot thrown at him or maybe a hot dog if he was lucky. A nerd only took so much. Looking back 2 months ago, his close friend Alec knocked on his door and took him with him. "Devin I know what music you like and you can't and shouldn't be embarrassed about it." Devin looked at him through his thick specs with shy innocent look. "I don't know I feel like I'll be called a poser or just keep getting harassed. I just wanna stay low till graduation you feel" Alec let out a sight "Alright."

Arriving to his house Alec clicked the garage and behold his eyes a band, Louie was trying to twirl a drumstick unsuccessfully and Pat was tuning a bass and Alec set his arm on Devin's shoulder. "Take all this anger towards the jocks and scream it in to these lyrics." Alec tossed him a crumpled piece of paper towards him and headed to the guitar. Something grew, something called joy. Devin found his outlet.



The band 'ooed' at the fact that their bespectacled friend took of his glasses and took the microphone of the stand. He threw his whole body in to it, throwing his head up and zoning in on his main focus.



Fast forward graduation night, was his first show. Somethings changed he learned to long board, with that new skill he went all over stapling posters for the grad night show. This nerd hated the school and he just wanted out. So to have an anti-grad night was more punk then ever. The night has come he listened to a bit of the descendents to pump him up. He was ready. Everything was going well, they just finished sound check. Devin had pipes but no punk looks. Sporting old vans with white tube socks, old gym shorts that we're a bit too short and a baggy t-shirt. Still no glasses but he was never the cool guy. He just sang his problems.

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[Lacuna]

Gabriella Diaz

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red lips, acid washed jean jacket, ripped jeans and doc martens. gabby's essentials for a night out. she knew she didn't dress like the popular girls at her school. the frills, pinks and pastels made her want to barf. they were so pretentious, strutting around the halls like they owned the place when really they were nothing but empty shells fed by daddy's money, and mommy's adoration.


once she was pleased with her appearance she stomped out of her room and down the stairs. the house was pretty quite for the most part. per usual her brother being the narcoleptic he was, was stowed away in his room working on his 15th hour of sleep. her mother was working on god knows what new craft, from the looks of all mason jars and fruit scattered around the room she assumed it was some sort of preservation. her mother was a class A hippie, she grew up in the height of the 70s and refused to let it go. gabby shook her head at the sight of her mother slumped over the kitchen table. she didn't even bother to say good bye to her as she slammed the front door shut behind her.


she was off go a gig one of her high school friends she invited her to. she didn't really know who was playing but it got her out of the house at least.


the smell of cigarettes and booze filled the air as her black boots touched the scuffed and mangled floor of the venue. taking in a deep breath she glanced around the room for a familiar face. through the sea of faces she spotted jane, the one that had invited her. "hey bitch," she said as she gave her a little punch in the arm. jane looked over at her an simply said, "oh fuck you, you were supposed to be here a half hour ago, the show is about to start." gabby shrugged her shoulders and said, "guess i'm right on time then." she said with her even and almost flat voice. she noticed the bottle of beer in jane's hand and snagged it from her taking a quick swig of it. "thanks," she said as she handed it back to her. just as she was handing it back the lights around her started to dim. it was show time. she felt a tug on her arm as jane yanked her forward. the two of them slithered through the crowed straight to the front. the two of them were in prime position, right in front the microphone.

 

[Antlered punk]

Center stage, all quiet except for some people talking. Will he get boo'ed or have bottles thrown at him? Only can a nerd find out. Devin stepped up with his band, and there she was. The most prettiest girl he has ever seen, he's known her since 1st grade. He never really knew her just seen her around and admired from afar. He couldn't look at her in fear of fucking up. Devin just stared out as he grabbed the mic. "Hey, we're Fixydent."he called it hearing 'on with the band' or 'get off the stage.' still he kept an open mind. Hesitanly looked back, he got the nod from Alec. The mic left the stand and he held it close, quickly he spoke the song title.


"Sick girl."

The song started off with a slow bass intro, follwed by incredibly fast drums. Then there was devin getting in to it screaming the lyrics, moving up and down the stage banding and stretching. Occasionaly he looked up with a smile watching the crowd getting in to it a bit. Faster. Devin finished the song with a grin and just let the next song lead in to it.

"Dirt Snake"

Bending and snapping he went moving close to the crowd watching a pit open while his voice screeched his frustrations. Still his eyes would go down towards the girl of his dreams.​

 

[Lacuna]

Gabriella Diaz

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gabby couldn't help but snicker a little bit when the first band came on stage. they seemed a little bit out a sorts and oh god, the singer? well he looked like a scared little puppy just standing there. once the music started everything started to come together. she had to admit they were better than what they let on to be. she was expecting them to be that hot mess opening band that no one knew or cared about. the music rang in her ears at the bass thumped and sent vibrations through the ground and up her body. she was in heaven. there was no other feeling like being at a concert, truly feeling the music. her body swayed to the beat and her foot tapped along, she was completely encompassed in the music around her.


as the first song ended she felt a nudge on her shoulder, jane nodded her head in the direction of the singer, "you know he keeps looking at you." jane's mouth curled up into a small smile. gabby just rolled her eye's at the comment, there were so many people here, he was probably looking at the people beside her or behind her. she knew the singer, in fact she had known him forever. the two of them had never really talked. they were in completely different friend circles, he was nerd and she spent most of her time being the solitary burn out bitch that she was.


as the second song began she went back to her little slice of heaven. swaying back and forth to the music, letting it take over every inch of her body. she kept looking up at lead singer, he was kinda cute, but in a dorky kind of way. totally not the kind of guy she went for.

 

[Antlered punk]

"Soda Pop"


"Sweet sweet thing, bubbly and America's favorite."




To some up Fixydent it was 80% angst, 20% food related. They crossed paths quite often. Devin took things just a bit slower with a melodic number, avoiding eye contact with that girl. In between songs he'd slip in sarcastic comments or little jokes to keep the crowd in a good mood. "Come to the van if you want a 'I hate bush' bumper sticker we'll give you a free tape of our band too."

He smiled, he laughed, he lit up. For once he Devin was happy with his life. Honestly if he wasn't at some dump music hall he was on cloud 9. What a habit has he formed, when in the mood he grabbed his shirt in the front really losing it in the music. Would they ever be popular? No but was he actually happy for once? Abso-fucking-lutly. The vibe was perfect, mohawks and smoke filled the air and he knew this was his scene. Still he couldn't help stealing one more glance.​

 

[Lacuna]

Gabriella Diaz

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gabby couldn't help but snicker at the sarcastic comments and quips that flowed for the singers voice. for being a nerd he was a lot funnier than he looked. "come to the van if you want a 'i hate bush' bumper sticker we'll give you a free tape of our band too." she felt another nudge on her shoulder from jane. she knew exactly why she nudged her and chose to ignore it. she wasn't about the groupie life and sure as hell wasn't about to waltz up to their van for a sticker and a tape. "i'm gonna go see if i can sneak a beer." she said as she motioned to the back. sure she was only 19, but in a dump like this a 12 year old could get a beer. besides what was 2 years anyways.


slithering between the hot and sweaty bodies of the fellow concert goers, she made her way to the back bar. hopping up onto a bar stool she put on her best smile and flagged down the bartender. he looked to be about mid twenties, her prime targets. they were just young enough to not know any better. "what can i get for you, sweet heart?" he said with a think boston accent. she noticed his hand propping him up on the counter, she gently brushed her hand across it and flicked her brig brown eye's up at him, "i'll have a pbr,"[/b] she said with a sparkling smile. in all honesty she hated smiling, but for the purpose of getting something for free she would crank out the best damn smile. "that's quite the beer for a lady like yourself," he said as he cracked open the beer. lady. what the fuck was that, she was hardly a lady. but she just smiled and let it slide, she was almost home free and wasn't about to mess it up with a snide comment. "this one's on the house," he said as he started to lean in as if to talk to her more. she snagged it away from him and spun around as quick as she could. "sucker. she said as she disappeared into the crowd. squeezing through the moving crowd she made her way back up to the front next to her friend.


there he was, the singer was still bumbling around stage. he looked so happy to be up there, like he was in his zone.

 

[Antlered punk]

A few more songs and he had to call it quits so the other bands can have their moment. Their special affair with music, such a lovely mix of passion and expression. He finished his last song but before he could start. "We're playing at the Nuclear tits in venice beach if you liked us, we're there." Devin smiled wide and got in to the last song watching the crowd get crazy, almost stir crazy. Looking behind him he got a nod from the drummer knowing they we're making the song long. Making eye contact with some guys in the front. He anchor the microphone in the stand and did the most rebellious thing he's ever done.

He dived

He was caught with surprised and got passed around as the band got in to their zone. Devin got spun around a bit when he reached the edge of the pit. Still he pointed to the stage of course he made sure he got to brush that one girls shoulder. Lord was she was beautiful, but lord also knew Devin was too shy off stage to approach her. Once up he grabbed the microphone and finished the song.

What a rush, he stood up there smiling. "Thank you guys, we're Fixydent and we hope to see you guys up in Venice Beach."

With that parting they walked off stage grabbing a drink and stood at the stages door watching the beginning of the next band. Still occasionally catching glances of that one girl. The venue let them park outside the door so they could pack up and sell merch. Maybe if they we're lucky they could sell a tape.​

 

[Lacuna]

Gabriella Diaz

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she was mid sip when the singer dove right into the crowd. without hesitation she threw her free arm up to support the lanky singer. she almost lost her balance as the crowd moved about, holding him up. she felt a brush on her shoulder, it was the hand of the singer. jane must have saw the small moment in time as gabby could feel jane's eyes on her. she looked over at her and mouth, "i hate you. after a moment or two more of surfing the singer returned to his place on the stage. with that they said their good-bye's and exited the stage. the room feel to a dull roar as the bands switched out and set up.


by the time that the rest of the bands had played their sets, gabby was buzzing with adrenaline. like disrupted cockroaches the crowd shot off into different directions, wither to check out the merch tables or get one last beer before they closed. the two girls made their rounds to each of the tables, jane did most of the talking. that was more her thing. gabby typically sat there fiddling with the merchandise before she was yelled that she was ruining it. whatever that meant, it was just hometown nobody shirts and tapes. as they walked around she could feel the eye's of someone following her. when she looked around she spotted the singer of fixydent, he was hanging around the stage doors. "i'll be back," she said as she made her way over to the singer.


casually she leaned against the wall next to the singer, she didn't make an eye contact with him. "you guys have a lot of songs about food," she said quite bluntly as she sipped her beer.

 

[Antlered punk]

What a punch.




There she was, standing and talking to him. What a day, he made a quick glance and looked away cheeks blushing. Deep breath Devin she's just a girl don't be a nerd. "Oh yeah, you know we all need music and we all need food. So I guess it works out." now he was wearing his glasses he knew he wanted to actually make out her features. "So uh.. you enjoyed the show?" he flashed a small smile then continued staring at the stage. Why was he so akward? She so cool and modern, such an 80's girl.

Probably out partying all night, meeting lots of guys. Here he is an angry virgin. Can't be that bad. "I think I've seen you around school and such." he looked at the 'attractive' guys in amazement, big, tough, edgy and cool. Devin a scrawny nerd full of rage. "What's your favorite band?" Maybe he could get her talking.​

 

[Lacuna]

Gabriella Diaz

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with her back pressed against the wall she kicked one foot up on the wall. she snickered as the words flowed from his mouth. she kicked back as the kid continued to talk. she could sense that he wasn't used to talking to people, or maybe it was just her, who knew. "so uh.. you enjoyed the show?" she took a sip of her beer before she answered him. "no complaints here, would have been better if you bathed in pigs blood." sometimes the things that came out of her mouth never made sense. it took a special kind of person to understand her dark humor and ridiculous quips.


"what's your favorite band?" when he said this she finally turned her head and looked at him. "there's this newer band, nirvana. they've only just emerged on to the scene but there's something about the music that really hits you." she felt herself starting to ramble and quickly cut herself off. now that she had turned to him this was the first real undisturbed look she was getting of him. he had glasses on now, which made him look even nerdier than before. "what about you, what band is your favorite?"

 

[Antlered punk]

"Yeah, well the butcher was all out of pigs blood." He joked Thinking about all of the 45's and LP's he has laying around. Nirvana perked him up a bit "That Seattle band right? I like that one song Blew. Very gritty." Devin bit his lip a bit when she looked at him. His heart kinda skipped a beat, so pretty.

"Well you know, you can't go wrong of Black Flag. The Descendents are cool. The Minutemen was a really cool band, I loved them when they we're still doing their thing. Social Distortion is cool too." He felt like he her about too many bands and looked like a jack ass.​