In the summer of 1990 I had just graduated high school and had a sweet part time/occasional job helping a guy with his DJ gigs and doing live PA/sound for bands. I mostly lugged his huge cabinets and ran cables, during weddings I'd eat food, steal drinks and dance with guests and during bands we would pretend there would be huge problems with the system running around with flashlights and jiggling cables and then laughing at the sound board while people commended us for all our hard work. One instance he called me to ask if I wanted to help him with some last minute "hardcore" show in Buffalo. I can't remember why I couldn't go but I know I didnt, the next time I saw him I asked how it went he replied that the headliner was great. I asked their name but he couldn't remember he did remember that there merch had a bunch of corn on it. I winced. "Bad Religion?" I asked already suspecting the answer, "yeah, that was it" he replied. I was so fucking devastated I sulked for a week vowing to never miss one of his jobs again.
Bad Religion has forever enhanced my vocabulary. I can still sing every lyric on this wordy as hell record because I poured of the lyric booklet like I was cramming for a thesis. If you're unfamiliar with their powerful, social and melodic catalog I suggest starting here (their album "suffer" is a close second with a better album cover ). Their iconic logo is still my favorite sticker to slap on stuff.
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