Hard path...

It's funny, the past two weeks I've been going down memory lane. Circa 1983 to 1986. I've been thinking about the days I spent going to hardcore shows (to those who don't know I don't mean porn) and the people I use to know. I called my friend Sean and together we talked about old times. He plugged me into American Hardcore a doc about the scene covering 1980 to 1986. Sean said check it out it's pretty good, also he was in it. I got my hands on a copy and watched it, it was good. Also timely with my current quest to remember my youth in NYC. The funny thing about the film was most of the people involved in the scene, mostly musicians making the scene all stopped dealing with it about the same time as Sean and I. The group we use to hang with started to come apart around 1986, some of us got tired of the constant drinking and I seem to remember a lack of clubs showcasing hardcore shows. Who cares, it was interesting that alot of us moved onto other things. A few are still trying to live the scene in whatever form it still exist. One guy I know is still comparing every hangout he goes to, to the "Park Inn". Another BS Icon from those days. You grow as a human, or you suppose to. But I've noticed afew people I've hung with are stuck in the time period I knew them from. To me it doesn't seem like they have grown any. That's sad. Maybe they're happy, and that's cool. I just don't know.