My armchair punk rock enthusiasm was insatiable, but limited to what I could glean from scouring the liner notes of cassettes and CDs I either bought or, in my juvenile ignorance, stole. My parents would knock on the door and peek their heads in: “Are you doing your homework?” I was. I sat Indian style on the floor listening to Crass, surrounded by album inserts, mapping out the genealogy of the Dischord family tree.

Ryan Parks, Finite + Flammable

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