Sunday, June 26, 2016

A Post About Music and Other Things

I've been listening to punk rock ever since I was 12 years old. I started in early 1994, when I heard Green Day for the first time as they entered the mainstream. A lot of punk rockers hated (and still hate) Green Day for "selling out" and having the nerve to make lots of money playing music, but in the days before YouTube and high-speed internet, going mainstream was the best thing they ever did for pre-teen suburbanites like myself. I didn't even know that new punk rock even existed. I had heard about 80s punk rock bands before that, but didn't have much interest in them when I was 12 years old. They might as well have been classic rock to someone my age. After that, The Offspring went mainstream too, and I was able to listen to a genre of music that I wouldn't have known about if it hadn't been for them deciding to make it big on MTV.

When I got into high school, I made friends that knew about underground punk bands. I learned how small record labels would release sample CDs so you could learn about new bands and buy their albums. Sample CDs were albums with twenty different bands with twenty different singles. It was the way underground bands could get noticed while bypassing MTV and the top-40 radio stations. My music collection was filled with them.

Now that I'm older and technology has improved, I listen to punk rock via satellite radio and Spotify. XM radio has a station called Faction, and it's the only one in their network that consistently plays punk rock.

I was driving home from work a few months ago I noticed that the music on Faction had remained largely unchanged from five years ago. They were still playing the same punk rock songs they played in 2010. Even Marky Ramones' radio show, Punk Rock Blitzkrieg, was mostly playing songs from the 80s. I realized that it had been a while since I had heard any new punk rock. Even my newest punk album in my Spotify collection was from NOFX, and while it was a new album, NOFX had been around for 25 years.

Holy shit, did punk rock finally die?, I wondered.

That night I went online and searched for new punk rock bands. Thank Christ, punk rock was not dead. The genre of music that I've listened to ever since I was a 12 year old boy was still very much alive. I found one of the bands mentioned and put it into my Spotify before I even read anything about them, and listened to them the next day while I drove home from work.

I wish I could tell you which band it was, or what the song was, but I deleted the album after listening and have been unable to find it since. The only thing I remember about them is that one of the songs was some emo-ish number that was talking about how all we need is to live for today and not worry about anything else.

I've never been really big on emo-punk, and I could've just deleted the album for that reason alone, but it was the lyrics that made me angry. "How in the fuck are you going to tell me to only worry about today?", I thought. "I'm in debt up to my eyeballs, I have to work 60 hours a week to get my bills paid on time, I have a college degree that I'm sitting on, and I have to raise two kids. HOW IN THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO TELL ME TO LIVE JUST FOR TODAY?! NOT WORRYING ABOUT TOMORROW IS ONE OF THE REASONS WHY I HAVE MONEY PROBLEMS!"

Oh, shit. Punk rock didn't die. I fucking outgrew it.

There was nothing unique about that song. Punk songs talking about living for today and not worrying about tomorrow are common as dirt. I listened to them when I was a kid. Pennywise has a song called Living for Today, and they're so 90s their albums might as well come with a pair of parachute pants. When I was in Iraq ten years ago, Rise Against's Swing Life Away was a song I listened to when I was stressed out and missing home, and the entire song is about not worrying about life's problems.

A few days ago on Facebook, both New Found Glory and MxPx posted a link to the same article where they said they were proud to be the inspiration of the new generation of pop punk rock bands. The majority of the list was filled with bands that either formed or got discovered somewhere between 1997 and 2002. Blink 182, Yellowcard, Jimmy Eat World, and a whole bunch of great bands were on the list, and I didn't even realize that they were considered old school now. Not only was I surprised to find that the bands I listened to were the "old men", but I was pretty pissed off that Operation: Ivy was not on the list. There would be no pop-punk if it weren't for Operation: Ivy! These goddamn kids today and their taste in music, I tell ya! Do the words "Sound System" mean nothing to them?! Probably not!

There's a reason why NOFX was my newest punk rock album. They, like the Dropkick Murphys, MxPx, and a whole bunch of old bands still releasing new music, grew up with me. Their lyrics aren't meant for an audience of teenagers and young adults, even if they might like them, too.

Getting old sucks. Not just physically, but also emotionally. It's bad enough when I'm in the gym and have to keep dealing with the realization that my body is no longer 22 years old. Knowing that even my favorite musical genre has started to slip away really sucks. What the fuck am I going to listen to when the kids become the old men?

Anyway, all this ranting about music and getting old does have a point about mental health, and there's a story behind it.

A couple of Friday's ago my wife suggested that when the kids fall asleep, we have my stepdad watch the kids and go see a movie. This has become a routine for us. I didn't want to go to the movies again, but we both didn't know what else to do. We're too old to go clubbing, too broke to hit up the bars (and also old enough to not want to be wasted behind the wheel), and that pretty much left bowling, which we also weren't in the mood to do. While we were discussing what to do, a glorious idea went into my mind.

"Grab your keys. We're leaving", I told my wife.
"Where?"
"Don't ask questions. Just get in the car."

I told her to stop at the 7/11, and grab any drink she wanted that had a large amount of caffeine, as well as any snacks she felt like eating. After that, I told her to drive along any road, preferably a rural road with few traffic lights.

I didn't want to tell her what I had planned, because on the surface, it sounded stupid. But I remembered when I was young and an old friend of mine named Mike would drive around the middle of nowhere while we blasted punk rock and sang along to it. It was one of the most fun things to do when you're too young to be allowed into night clubs and you lived during a time when gas was $1 a gallon. Not only did we do it, but I remembered a lot of friends that were going through fits of depression did it by themselves. They'd tell me about how they just enjoyed driving around listening to their favorite music late at night. It was a way to relax when you're filled with teen angst. It's therapy for the young.

My wife even picked the same route that Mike liked to take. I did a search on Spotify for "90s punk", and an album called, "Punk Goes 90s, Volume 2" popped up as the first result.

Punk Goes 90s? You gotta be shitting me. Is this a joke?

I calmed down once I realized that the punk bands of my time did 80s cover songs, so I should get over it.

The first track was a cover of Lit's "My Own Worst Enemy" by a band called Get Scared. They did an even better cover than the original (I can't say the same about the rest of the album). I put it on and within a minute my wife and I were smiling as we cruised down the road screaming, "PLEASE TELL ME WHYYYYYYYYY, MY CAR IS IN THE FRONT YAAARRRRRD, AND I'M, SLEEPING WITH MY CLOTHES ON!!!!!" We did this for about 1 1/2 hours as I kept searching for songs from our youth that we both liked. It was the most fun we've had in a long time.

There's a healing power that music has that I had long forgotten about. When you're old, music isn't the same as when you're young. When you're old, music is just something to listen to, but when you're young, it's everything. It's more than entertainment; it's a part of your identity. You don't just listen to music when you're young. You wear it. You have friends that are as passionate about it as you are. It doesn't matter if it's punk rock, hip hop, country, or whatever. Music when you're young means that much to you. When you get old, those old songs have the same connection. They have the power to make you feel happy again.

If you're having a shitty day and can get out of the house, just go driving and crank that sound system up. It's still one thing that you can depend on.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

A Funny Post About Food

I was going to write a story about my recent workout, where I lifted more than 200 pounds for the first time in my life, and how my fitness was going. But after the news this morning (if you don't know what happened, don't bother looking it up. It's depressing as fuck all), I decided to write a funny story instead, to make sure that someone's Facebook feed had something more than the shit we've been reading about all day. Enjoy.

In my search for tasty, yet healthy meal prep recipes that I can cook all in one day and take to work with me the rest of the week, I found a website called Fit Men Cook. The website shows a bunch of tasty, yet healthy recipes that are easy to make. Many of those recipes are meal prep recipes, including the Epic $75 Meal Prep, which makes five days worth of food for $75.

The past few weeks I've been trying out a few of these recipes. Two weeks ago, I made honey mustard chicken with long grain brown rice. It's an easy recipe that takes a lot of time to make, due to the use of a slow cooker (which, thanks to my wife, we have in our house). The meal was so good that I promised I'd make it for my family as a dinner meal.

On Friday, that time had come. I tossed the chicken and all of the ingredients into a slow cooker, set it on high, and waited to enjoy some chickeny goodness. I added peas so the kids could have a green vegetable to eat, too.

I made a big mistake while making it, though. Here's the list of ingredients for the recipe:

  • 3 3/4 cups cooked long grain brown rice
  • 1 3/4 lb (794g) chicken breasts
  • 1/3 cup Dijon mustard (you can add more according to your preferences)
  • 1/2 cup raw honey
  • 1/3 cup low sodium soy sauce (or Bragg Liquid Aminos)
  • 1 tablespoon garlic (paste or minced)
  • 1 teaspoon cayenne pepper (optional)
Like I said, I put ALL of the ingredients in there, including the cayenne pepper, which was optional for a reason.

I have a three year old and a one year old. I learned the hard way that they have no business eating spicy foods at their young age.

Unlike my previous batch, this didn't taste just a little bit spicy, like the spicy chicken sandwich you get at some burger joints. Not even pretty spicy, like your local Mexican cantina. This tasted like every red pepper that had ever been grown in the State of Texas had marched itself right into my mouth.

Funny, I don't remember this recipe calling for The Merciless Chili Pepper of Quetzalacatenango.


As I watched my kids take the first bite of their dinner, I realized that I had left them without anything to drink. So I broke out into a marathon sprint to get them their milk cups so they can eat this dish and not die. Once I set the milk on the table, they drank it like they hadn't drank anything in days.

Something like that.


My oldest kid, Hailey, usually doesn't eat anything unless it's fruit, bologna, or PB&J. So as usual, after taking one bite, she drank her milk and sat, staring off into space. Laurel, my youngest, on the other hand, has never met a food that she didn't like. She'd take a bite, get up from the table, and walk in circles as though she was determined to take another bite, no matter how much pain she would have to endure! It was looking less like she was hungry and more like she was psyching herself up for a fight. She'd take another bite and do the same thing.

After about ten minutes of watching one kid eat nothing, and my other kid look like she was looking more to get in the ring than finish dinner, my mom gave them a bowl of fruit for dinner.

My wife also said that she, "isn't a fan" of the food. For those that have wives that are sensitive to their husband's feelings, the scale of how much they enjoy your cooking goes as follows:

1. I love it! - She loves it.
2. I like it. - Does she like it? I don't know.
3. It's okay. - She doesn't like it.
4. Not a fan. - WHAT IS THIS POISON THAT YOU DARE CALL FOOD! YOU'RE LUCKY I DON'T DIVORCE YOU RIGHT NOW! I'D RATHER EAT PRISON FOOD THAN THIS SHIT! HOW DARE YOU! HOW! DARE! YOU!


Moral of the story: If you're going to make spicy food for a toddler and an infant, don't.