Dedicated to all the people who see hardcore as it was meant to be. Identified not by a particular sound or certain style but by its ideals-in the pure’s t sense- as a way of life, a way of thinking. A mindset that comes naturally to some people. A way of life we still very much believe in.
Hardcore was meant to be free form of aggressive expression- an underground subculture- a community joined by difference of opinion – with no limits or rules. There is no uniform. No rules and no standards. Hardcore is not a slogan or a catch phrase on the back of at-shirt. Its real.
Its still alive. The D. I. Y. ethic is still very much alive in our eyes. Its not just a scam or a buzz word.
Its real. Hardcore was meant to be the norm- the complete polar opposite tosocietys standards and expectations. There is no checklist Never compromise. Be who you are. Forget the tidal wave trend bandwagon an dits drooling bandwagoneers -the blind lead the blind wearing concrete shoes- sinking more and more with every day that passes. Live your life yourself.
Believe in yourself and no one else. Hardcore wasn’t meant tobe P. C. or safe. Hardcore was meant to be unpredictable threat to the norm. Smash what is expected of you.
Live up to your own expectations. Why would you even bother considering living up to someone else’s Who cares about the bitter, self-glorifying pseudo-traditionalists who preach as to what IS and ISN’T hardcore. The glory days of hardcore may begone in jaded eyes but why waste your breath sitting around complaining about how great yesterday was Today is here. Today is passing you by right now. The time is now. Yesterday will never return no matter how many stories you tell.
If your still alive- dont sit around remembering. Life is fluid. Life spontaneous. Life is not a procedure. Life is nota machine. Lif is erratic and impulsive.
Think about the spontaneity of emotion of life and love. The emotion release that is music. Music i sour therapy. Our remedy. Everyone is so preoccupied and so busy- so busy doing nothing at all.
Working their lives away, 9 to 5 like slaves- for what For money For success Are you satisfied with filling in the cracks Everyone is so busy fulfilling other peoples expectations. Noone has a second to breathe- to appreciate life. No one has a free second to listen to their heart. Everyone is a machine. Always working- fueled by their selfish desires and their fear of not fitting in to the endless cycle. School, job, success, death.
People work their lives away – just to another old, rusty, boring, forgotten the chain. You must work hard for that nice car and big white house in the suburbs and your 2. 2 kids per family. Success What is success Do you measure success by what I possess Is it all material If your If your house was on fire – would it be a question if who or what you would save first Honestly… ask yourself. Granted success does not mean the same thing to everyone butt here are more things to life, more things to us at least.
Life is experience. When you ” re dead and old and theres no time will you be able to look back on your life feel satisfied If you died at the end of this sentence would you feel you lived today like it was your last day alive Life is love. Love is all that matters. I mean, REAL live.
Be it love for someone or something, like hardcore or just music. The carefree abandon that defines love. You know when you get goosebumps from hearing the certain song Real love. Not just loved based on solely beauty. The feeling of no tomorrow- its so apocalyptic. We feel it is important to realize that the time is right now.
Nothing can wait. The time is here. Seize the day- because someday tomorrow will be too late, that much I can assure you of. We must live for today.
When you leave your house today think about closing the door- turning that doorknob- someday there will bea last time you do that. A last time you do everything. Think about it. What we have here and now is everything and we should embrace it because once its all gone all well do is wish it would return, daydreaming, looking at pictures and reading old letters and fanzines… live everyday like its your last make no mistake, hardcore- the threat- IS still alive.
Your empty slogans have never changed a thing. Its time we took it back, and made it ours again.