Minor Threat, by Minor Threat.
This song was always my favorite off of what I still think of as “the Minor Threat tape I borrowed from at least two different way more punk rock than me people before and during high school” but really, of course, it’s from “the first two 7 inches” later compiled, etc., etc.
If it’s not obvious from the borrowed tapes and, uh, the red plaid shirt and age, that I am at best a punk rock imposter and at worst a poser, this performance should make that clear. Then again, one take with little rehearsal, messing stuff up and continuing anyway, etc., etc. who is to say what punk rock is, anyway?
My fondest memories of the high school parking lot involve leaving it, blasting something too loud from the portable cassette player that I kept on the bench seat next to me, because the car was too old to have a tape player, and the speakers didn’t really work for the radio, anyway. Blasting Minor Threat on the way out was a statement, a rebellion, a lie, a promise, and none of those things, but it was always thrilling.
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