After yesterday’s little find, the Pistols have been on my mind continuously. I was never really a big punk, but I did dabble a little – mostly musically, in the mid to late 80s. As a very young teen, a week-end treat was visiting the old flea market in Newtown, Johannesburg, and shyly checking out the punks hanging out on the wall next to the Market Theatre, begging for money and generally giving attitude to all spectators.
[pictures nicked from the I remember Club Alcatraz group on Facebook.]Sid Vicious singing My Way, for me, was the embodiment of punk back in those days, and everything I believed in: making your own choices, living life your own way. Even though the romanticism of the Gothic subculture - especially its music - appealed more to me in the end, the freedom of the punk ethos always appealed to my inner rebel, and still does to this day.