From Picaresque #1:
"At times, I know, the community can seem cliquey, can be as isolating and alienating as it is embracing. But when you’re ten thousand miles from home, don’t know where to get vegan food, have had to explain straight edge to drunk kids a thousand times, and been faking enjoyment while dancing to some indiscriminate boy band for the past three weeks, to rock up at a show and feel a part of something seems to me to be exactly what punk rock is about. Eventually knowing half the people at the shows you go to, corresponding with the people who make the records you listen to, singing along to the same bands every week. It’s not everything, but it makes you feel, if only for a moment, that everything else – starbucks, the fashion industry, bus travel and seasickness, just to name a few – has fucked off to some other place and left you standing here, feeling alright."