Although I didn't comprehend the full significance, I did know that there was more to that show than SHARPS and punks beating the shit out of each other, or getting a piece from the first willing b-hawk sporting chick. A seed was planted somewhere inside, and when it blossomed there was no running or hiding. Sometimes, I feel bad for neglecting some of the other great bands out there, some well known and some from the underground. I just connot help myself, I LOVE NOFX!!
Not like the way I loved my wives, this was a pure and unconditional love, which penetrated below the surface. I love their ideas, attitudes, and philosophies...and have adopted some as my own.
This was intended to be somewhat of an autobiographical writing, but so far as I'm concerned, that summer night in the mid-nineties was when my life began. I started thinking about things that I previously hadn't given any thought to. I started questioning the answers that I previously had, hastily and without much thought, accepted as truth. Fourteen years later, NOFX is still my favorite band. I have a letter, dated 1996, which I never sent to them. I figured that they got shit like that all the time and what's one more asshole kid asserting his cliches in approval of their music? I remember wondering if they even read their mail, then tucked the letter into a place where it would be forgotten for a decade and a half...
NOFX live 1995 - www.mediafire.com/?un7psglwicv