It’s been a long time coming, but my band has put out a new song. Well, to most people’s it’s new. It’s called Heroes. It’s a very personal song to me. I wrote and composed this about 3-4 years ago after the singer of one of my favorite bands treated me like a complete asshole. I mailed him $2 bucks for a CD-R of some of his new band’s material and also sent along some of my design work from Go Media. He sent it back to me with letter his bandmate wrote calling me all sorts of things and accusing me of exploiting bands. It was the biggest pile of BS I’d ever seen. He completely misunderstood me (even though I offered to do work for him for free as a friend).
I won’t go into detail on exactly what he wrote, but the point is, I looked up to the guy. I followed him and his music from band to band. He was influential in me deciding to start my own band and write music. So it hurt pretty bad when I felt like I was wrongly judged from someone I admired. So I wrote them back trying to set the record straight, but they didn’t seem to give a shit one bit. Didn’t even apologize. Afterward I seriously wanted to quit. Things like this give the punk scene a bad name.
An artist I used to work with said “I’ve got some advice for you. You’re heroes don’t respect you. They could care less about you.” That’s not some advice I said it’s just a load of crap instead. I’ll show you that’s not true. I’m gonna work hard and prove to you that not everyone in this world is an asshole. Not everyone in this world is a jerk. There are people out there that really do care. You just have to know where to look.
This punk rock kid I looked up to played in a band I listened to. He was an inspiration; led to my bands formation. I sent my art to him, I thought here’s my chance to get involved. He shoved it back in my face.
Said my work was a disgrace. So that guy from my favorite band was an asshole. He had no idea how much his words could hurt. I said I loved his band but he didn’t seem to care that he took my heart and threw it in the dirt.
Then there’s this guy from this awesome record label. I asked to play a song from my band’s shitty demo
He said, “No way, I don’t care about your band, why don’t you folks understand that it’s all about they money? I don’t wanna be your friend, but you can be my fan! I’ll take your donation, and act like I’m thankful, but in the end, we won’t remember you.
I’m putting my faith in honesty. I’m gonna try my best and the world will see I’m hopeful, I’m young, and I’m strong. I’m putting my faith in humanity not to treat their friends like commodities cause that’s bullshit, fucked up, and fucking wrong.
I still go to shows, to see my favorite bands. I try to meet them afterwards, and I always shake their hands. I tell them they did great, with my honest appreciation. I want to open up and have a candid conversation. But they’re not looking for that. No, they want to move on fast to the kid with the patches on his hat. He’s gonna buy their merch and their CD, when all I want is honesty. But that never seems to come for free. Oh, why does this shit bother me!?
The temptation has come and gone not to give up on the scene. Whatever happened to positivity and building community? As I jadedly sing this song, there’s this kid in the front row pounding his fist against his heart, it makes me believe that this it what it’s all about! The songs that make us sing and shout! The real heroes here are all around me! Yeah, my heroes here are all around me! My real heroes here, please don’t give up on me!