Excerpt from MY PUNKALULLABY a paperback Memoir
I fell into the punk underground, but I was not a groupie or reject from an earlier
music scene. I was one with the punk scene,
and I tumbled into the mystery of it. I had a
voice again like I did when I was that young
tomboy. The punk scene was like Halloween,
Christmas, horror films, and freedom all at
the same time. Overwhelmed, I felt as though
I was in A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
mimicking Puck— taking on the images that
were around me without question.
I was becoming one with my punkalullaby. I coined the word punkalullaby.
It means that the whole time I was in the
punk rock scene, from beginning to end, it
was all about a song. One song to the next
pulled me throughout the scene. Once that
loud music got into my blood there was
nothing like it. I was socially awkward, wild,
and morally uncultivated. I was a perfect
product for the Los Angeles punk rock scene
because I was someone that the normal
culture had completely abandoned. Yet, here I
was, welcomed into an underground
It was my turn to create a name for
myself. I became a punk rocker. I would spit
in your face if I hated you. I’d hit you if I
loved you. For the first time in my life I felt
I cut my hair, painted my nails black and lips Revlon Blackberry.
were thrown out and replaced with black
straight legs. I shopped at thrift stores and
navy surplus stores for my clothes.
For twenty dollars, I could buy a
complete wardrobe. I wore cowboy boots or
rain boots. I collected badges and put them
on my shirts. These badges were of local
bands and images that were important to me!
I started buying punk rock records and
listening to punk rock music and continued to
listen to the radio.