“i’m a dirty frat boy on a dirty soccer team”
this is one of the funniest things i’ve seen in a long time. not exactly consistent with what i saw of frat life on defiance, ohio tour though. after the show in birmingham alabama, some kids offered us a place to stay, and we took them up on that offer. somewhere in the conversation the words “frat house” kept coming up but i just thought it was an ironic house name, or maybe a former frat house turned punk house like the one we played at in bufallo. but, when we reached the security checkpoint outside of the gated and ultra-posh looking birmingham southern university, i realized that this was a frat house for real. the kids who offered us a place to stay were very nice, but on a whole, i think some of the other frat kids hated us. we got sprayed by a fire extinquisher for one, and it’s tough to tell if that was just drunken antics or some kind of primal territory marking. in any case, i went to bed before the naked dude dance party really infuriated the frat kids and before i had to be subjected to any fucked up utterances, but i’m told that both were pretty intense that night. in any case, i appreciated the kids who were nice enough to give us a place to stay, and the fact that decent people can be involved in fucked up institutions. i just hope that they can maintain the confidence to change them rather than just accomodating the things that they might disagree with. i’m also a bit distressed at how easily we all slipped in to staying there. i guess it just shows that punk or frat kid, middle class is middle class and that creates a commonality that’s far stronger than most punk kids would like to admit. it’s sad that oftentimes punk resembles the privilage, mindlessness, and elitism of a frat just as much as it resmbles something more meaningful, community oriented, or diverse.